Airport Chili’s. Three nineteen pm. I’ve still got five hours until my flight takes me home. Thankfully, the bartender is cussing under his breath at his clients and there’s some booty rockin classic rock pumping through the speakers. Life is good. It’s all relative right.
I’ll go ahead and warn you that this is another one of those posts that doesn’t have a lot to do with the kids. Its hard to write about what they’ve been up to when I’ve been away from them for two weeks. So, if you feel like skipping it I won’t be offended. Really. I’ll never know the difference. I just don’t want you to be disappointed.
So yeh, I’ve been living out of a suitcase in a fancy hotel for the last two weeks. Certainly one of the fanciest places I’ve stayed. Not that you should be impressed, because it basically just means it was nicer than the Embassy Suites. But anyway. I’m refraining from whining about being away from my kids, because that part sucked. It seems like forever since I’ve seen those little punks. The phone calls and Skypes helped a little, but it just isn’t the same. Ok. I said I wasn’t going to whine.
I’ve been attending PTC courses for leaders in international schools and it was pretty freakin awesome. Definitely the best professional development I’ve been a part of. Yes, I know it is hard to believe but it was better than the week I spent at GCS offices with presenters who wore aprons with cute little tools all over them. The presenters were fantastic and my classmates were literally from all over the world. I made friends with an ex Canadian hockey player (he’s still Canadian, just not a hockey player anymore) who heads the aquatics department at a school in Chile, an English guy that works in a school that moves to a new location in the world every few months, a Dutch guy who’s the athletic director at a school in Paris and about a hundred other really cool people. So although I may have been missing the family, I had a pretty fantastic time. A lot of like minded people with a lot of experience and ready to share, learn and laugh. And laugh.
There’s something pretty powerful about meeting all these people and hearing about their schools and experiences. Lots of good advice and encouragement. It was a certainly an awesome networking opportunity as well.
Alright. I’m not going to belabour this any more than necessary. I’m going to finish this slightly skunky Chili’s beer and watch Germany and Brazil take to the pitch. Speaking of which, tomorrow, my new Dutch friend won’t be wearing his Netherlands jersey, he’ll be wearing his new to him bright orange batik shirt direct from Johettes’ in Dzworlu. He was very complimentary of it and I just thought it was pretty cool to think about a Dutch guy in Paris watching the world cup wearing his shirt from Ghana. What a world.
Gotta go. Game’s about to kick off.