When we arrive at the office, we meet our coworkers on the first floor for a sugary cup of American coffee before setting up camp at our temporary desks. The day is usual, but different. And by 6 p.m., a beer sounds magnificent. Four of us stop at the pub next to the train station while waiting for our ride back to the hotel.
The evening ends with dinner and drinks by the fire in our hotel’s bar, accompanied by a perfectly pink sunset. Perfect because, I almost forget, today is Valentine’s Day.