Not my job to judge...
I wake up pretty early when I’m on the road. I’ve got a lot on my mind. How much does a bottle of San Pellegrino cost in the hotel snack shop? Where is the nearest Whole Foods? Did I respond to that message about tomorrow’s art installation? Who is in charge of transportation this week? Did somebody call Raul to make sure there’s enough room for all the luggage? How many meetings do we have today, anyway? And what day are we going to Calle Ocho for lunch? Ooh, can’t wait to sink my teeth in to a real pan con bistek!