I’m off to the UK next week for a 2 days business trip. It sort of reminds me of the time I used to commute to the Isle of Man. This was before we moved over and I used to fly out every week, returning back home for the weekend. One good thing about all the travel was that I built a decent relationship with the hotel I was staying and in the slower months I got to stay in one of their family suites. I’m not talking about what some hotels call “suites” which are just a larger room with more furniture. I’m talking about a real suite with an extra room where you can really stretch your legs. That was a couple of years ago, but I still remember the luxury.