Work is work, regardless of where you’re doing it. Work is something you do, not somewhere you go.
I disagree. Sometimes the opportunity to do interesting and useful work combines with a chance to do that work in very interesting places. In the previous 18 months I’ve been fortunate to travel beyond London to Dublin, Sandusky, New York City, Manchester, Glasgow, Minneapolis, Newcastle, Chicago, Baton Rouge, and other great cities and places to work. I can imagine that for someone who is permanently on globe trotting mode, this stuff might get a bit boring, but not for me. I find it fascinating to work in different parts of the world, observing cultural and architectural similarities and differences.
Prague is now added to the list of great places I’ve worked, and this time I was fortunate to be there working with Meg Peppin. We spent an intense couple of days facilitating some fascinating conversations for our client, and we managed to squeeze in a couple of hours looking around the city too. Here’s a little bit of what we saw.
Life is all about mixed feelings. There are good days and bad days, I’m no different from anyone else in that respect. These last few days, they definitely go in the good day drawer.
8 thoughts on “In Prague”
Work is no longer a ‘place’, but many places… I guess this is only true though for some and not everyone? As work can still be seen as a place that they go to, that they have to go to, to work? Lets hope that, that place is an inspiring ‘place’ though!?!?
Well put Steve – it is indeed many places, Prague being just one of them. And yes – I’m all for inspiring, good for the soul.
Beautiful. We all need more days in the “good day drawer.” (love that phrase)
Hey Broc – thanks. Yep – I need to build me a good day drawer.
Lovely city, Mrs D and I were there in late June to celebrate our 31st anniversary. Didn’t realise that there were so many different dumplings in the world and as for the beer!! Glad you enjoyed it, but I bet you’re glad to be back in dear old Blighty!
Thanks Steve. Lovely indeed – and yes, there’s no place like home. I love going away and I love coming back too.
Just glad it wasn’t in Bruges