23 and 24 March 2009
Phoenix and Houston
So, with no further ado it’s summer. I feel slightly ridiculous wandering around with my winter coat over my arm. But next stop is Minneapolis and I have heard that a snow storm is expected. So I guess I should hold on to my rather wrinkled coat.
My hotel in Phoenix is again a conference type of place. Practical and functional. I manage to do my laundry in the provided guest laundry. I was tempted to take a swim in the pool considering the temperature, but a quick look at the rather small and rather busy pool changed my mind.
Not my exercise here either. But I’ll be better. Promise.
It’s well attended, of course, and rather moving.
My escort Lucy takes me back to my hotel. These moments are strange. Somehow they get very personal. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s the notion that you will never meet again (though Lucy was my escort two years ago).
On the plane I realise I am flying backwards and have to turn my watch back two hours. Houston airport is huge, hub for Continental Airlines.
A very well read audience of about forty (women). A good discussion and VERY good sales. And I get to meet the local Penguin Representative. I come to understand what she did for my first book.
Back at my hotel, Zaza. So wonderful, and so wasted on this tattered tired guest who has to get up at 4.30 tomorrow morning. Why is it that I get the most time in the least charming hotels?