In South Korea, I would actually be 24 years old. They count the nine months you are in the womb as a year...yes, even though it's only 9 months. Even stranger: if your birthday is before March, you add TWO years to your actual age. I couldn't really interpret why that is. You know what this means: sorry M. You're a whopping 27. But big girls don't cry, right?
My one of my agents from Budapest ("Emoke") and my agent in Shanghai ("Kiki") are female.
Russian customs is confusing because apparently you have to bribe them to clear anything going into Russia that is worth over $50 in shipping costs.
No one likes shipping turtles.
Marcel, my agent in Geneva, is not a 75 year-old chainsmoker huddled over an IBM in a bomb shelter as I had always imagined. He is a 6'4", blonde, tan twentysomething.
Today we go on our wine country/sightseeing tour. Theoretically at some point we'll stop drinking and actually start our learning conference, but I feel as though I've learned quite a bit so far.