I finished my major project (that had me going crazy hours for two months) around 1pm on Saturday. Twenty minutes later I received an email from my client telling me that the three minute overview piece (finished the day before and uploaded as an HD file to an ftp site) had just received a "rousing ovation" from 200 people. Kinda made my day.
If any of you happen to be at NAB, wander by the Harris booth. (It’s one of the biggest ones.) You’ll see our work playing on the overhead monitors, the four Kiosk screens and the 4 screen plasma display in the Café area of the Harris booth. As tired as I still am (more on that in a moment), I was working with a great client who knows how to get the best out of his people and his suppliers. (Would that many church leaders have his gifts!)
Saturday night, Rylan drove Imbi and I to the airport to begin the trip to our eventual destination of Lisbon, Portugal. We boarded an Air Canada flight for Heathrow that left at 11:30pm. At the airport, we discovered, because of bad traveling plans on the part of the people we are here with, we couldn’t check our bags through. They had to be picked up @ Heathrow T3 and schlepped by us to T2. This meant us clearing customs. And we only had a two hour window. The Air Canada agent at check-in did everything she could to help but was unable to. What she did do was put priority stickers on our bags which meant we were able to pick them up in plenty of time for the flight. (Kudos to this AC employee for the great help. I wish I’d gotten her name.) Although it must have been amusing to see Imbi and I motoring through the tunnels between T3 and T2. (We probably should have taken a bus, right Christopher?)
After a nice and uneventful flight to Lisbon we got to our hotel (about twenty minutes outside of the city) around 5pm, Sunday evening in clear, sunny and warm Portugal. Neither of us had slept since Friday evening. We were both slightly zombie-like, but did manage after unpacking and crashing for about an hour to head out for a meal. After a fine omelette each at a local fish place (don’t ask), we wandered dazed back to the hotel. Promptly falling asleep at 8:20pm. (Or three in the afternoon, Toronto time.) Imbi woke up first, around 7. She told me it was 8, when I
razed raised my lazy head. Breakfast was served ’til 10:30ish so we weren’t in a particular hurry.
It was 10am, so Imbi said, when I finally left for the hotel restaurant (it’s on the 8th floor). I was going to get us a table. It was pretty empty when I got there – and I found it strange that there was a dessert table for breakfast. What was even stranger was that the buffet featured salads, soup, spaghetti bolognese and veal cutlets. I’d never been to Portugal, so I thought, "perhaps this is breakfast in this country. I mean, I did have an omelette for dinner, after all."
The waiter approached me to ask if I was looking for something in particular. He looked rather puzzled when I said, "Breakfast." "Oh, I’m sorry sir, we stopped serving breakfast @ 10." By my calculations, it was only shortly after 10. "We were told breakfast was served until 10:30," I replied somewhat indignantly. "Well sir, that is correct. But, since it is now 2:15pm, we are serving lunch. And we close lunch service at 2:30." I looked at my new cheap analogue style watch (bought on the plane from duty free.) I had it on upside down. It was upside down when Imbi woke up and saw it across the room.
Turns out we went to bed at 8 the previous night and woke up between 12:30 and 1:00pm the next afternoon.
I went back to the room to get Imbi who didn’t believe me at first. And then we both had a very good laugh.
Lunch was tasty (and expensive) and we headed out to wander the beach from about 3 ’til just after six. Imbi is out on our balcony catching the last rays of the day, as we await Al and Jane Roxburgh’s arrival at 8:30pm. I think I’ll have a nap before they get here.
Oh. And if you’re interested. This is why we are in Portugal.
I’ll do my best to return to serious blogging over the course of the next couple of weeks.