Marbella... It is in Spain.

Boy, is the world a small place. I am here in Marbella, Spain which I think is on the West Coast of Spain...who knows, I flew here with absolutely no idea of where the plane was headed. It only took 2.5 hours from Heathrow. Anyway, I am sitting in my hotel room watching NFL football with the commentary in Spanish. I am watching it because it is Atlanta vs Pittsburgh and I hoping to see Nick's friend Jordan (number 52 for Atlanta). Haven't' seen him yet. All I really understand is "Michael Vick...and touchdown..." with the exaggerated vowels and bueno, bueno!! I think I might know Spanish!!

It has been raining all day. I am traveling with two great ladies from the UK event company we use, for a site visit to the hotel where we are going to hold our Regional Sales Meeting end of Feb. We have been accused of bringing the rain. The hotel sits right on the ocean and looks like it is fabulous when the sun is shining which is supposedly almost 360 days a year. Yes, we are here during the only five days a year they have rain... It is a resort area with many hotels, lots of shops and restaurants. We decided we would walk to the" old town." It really was a nice walk except the sidewalks are tile...(this is a big tile area) and this becomes very slippery in the rain.. I was wearing my cute gold flip-flops.. not good! Not only were my feet getting soaking wet, I was slipping everywhere.. for sure I was going to land on my butt...(even though it is wide, it has little padding and for sure I would break my tailbone..) Luckily we came upon a sports shoe store. I bought a pair of tennis shoes (trainers, if you are English) and socks and off I walked, with dry feet and way more traction. Who really cares about rain when you can walk without slipping!

We finally found the "old town" which is extremely charming... very much like parts of Italy with small little alleys, cute little shops, tile walkways and many little squares which have loads of outdoor seating, abandoned today due to rain, but quaint. While we shared a bottle of Spanish champagne, we were entertained by several really drunk people singing in English but trying to speak to us in some Slavic language... Drunks are really the same everywhere. They were not too annoying, except they smoked. We ordered dinner and they kept trying to talk to us. They finally gave up and just kept singing... While we ate at this covered outside bistro we also watched little ferrel cats run in and out of the restaurant, looking for scraps, I guess. Tomorrow we are going to travel out a bit farther by car to look at potential off site venues. (I know, tough life!) But I have had to check email on my blackberry all day... It's so annoying!! Just kidding.. Love being connected.

Well off for now..