Read my palm, rub my feet, take me exotic places
We are going tomorrow night after my meetings to a spa where they give one hour foot rubs – YES! – I’m of the humble opinion that if you rub my feet I could possibly just be your slave for the rest of my life – on another note, tonight at dinner I had my palm read by one of my reporters – he said “long life, happy man, my career with honors and successes, but I spend too much and need to wear a ring on my middle finger to stop the money from slipping away” – I instantly transferred my ring over.
Shanghai’s streets remind me of Istanbul with the high walls and overgrown Sycamores forming a dense canopy, the international crowd whereever we go, people out eating, drinking, having fun – I could get used to this international life in a heartbeat.