August 11, 2014

Every time the same old story. My flights are always late. Today’s delay is two hours, and I got to the airport with almost two hours to spare so as to avoid the Friday rush-hour traffic, which means I have a four-hour wait ahead. Botheration! Now what will I do? I don’t feel like sitting here reading. Neither do I want to wander around the duty free because the shop for the section A departures, domestic flights, is no great shakes. And I have no wish to hop from bar to bar eating and drinking whatever I find. Hmm! Perhaps...

I love service that gets straight to the point, without frippery. I don’t have much time: I want the best and that’s it. I am in Rome, but I could also be in Berlin, Brussels, Edinburgh, London, Manchester, Frankfurt, Munich, St Petersburg, or Florence. Yesterday I was in Germany, last week practically everywhere. For this reason, Rocco Forte Hotels is one of my landmarks. A circuit of global excellence for strong, diehard globetrotters, for cosmopolitan spirits. And I am one of them. I have a business appointment in Rome. Yesterday I was in Frankfurt; last week in Madrid. I know all there...