I am just finishing up a three week, six city, five country trip through Europe. I must say it has been a great trip. I was drawn to Europe because of a series of PM forums and congresses. I met with professionals from nearly 40 countries and talked about the economy; project, program and portfolio management; and above all, how companies and governments are weathering the storm through a turbulent global economy.
However, one of the best parts of the trip was the short four day holiday with family and friends while I was in Europe. Yes, yes, yes...it was another motorcycle tour, with most of the same culprits from my tour following the 2008 Global Congress-North America. Nathalie Udo, outgoing president of the San Francisco Bay Area Chapter of PMI (born and raised in Holland) was the tour leader this time.
We drove through Germany, Netherlands, Luxembourg, and Belgium. Our starting point was in Amsterdam and the tour cities Included in Maastricht, Netherlands; Trier, Germany; Leuven, Belgium; and finally back to Amsterdam. The countryside, the motorcycles, the weather, and above all, the fellowship were all wonderful. It is always about the people, the friendships; the new memories really make the difference.
In seven years, I have visited nearly 60 countries, amassing nearly 1,500 days on the road. On each of these trips, I always discover things that are embedded in my memory forever. This trip was no different. One was personal transportation in this part of the world. In Holland, there are 650,000 bikes registered. Bicyclists, and bicycle lanes, were as common as cars and roads. The riders were in all sizes, shapes, dressed for work, play, and formal events, and carried everything conceivable with them. And, they commute in the rain or on sunny days, in warm weather, or when it is cold. They use clothes and layers to manage the weather.
There is nothing like it in North America. It was amazing. Now most people know that about Amsterdam and the Netherlands. However, in every country we drove through, there were well-maintained biking and hiking lanes all around: in the hills, the cities, the suburbs, and the countryside. Bicyclists, walkers, and hikers were commuting throughout. It was the alternative form of transport. It was carbon free transport, a very healthy carbon free transport.
Another thing had to do with the way that pedestrian expectations are managed in most places. In Germany, people wait at red traffic signals, even when there is no traffic coming. There is no impatience, "bolting" across the street; people stand and talk! (Go figure). In Philadelphia, Washington, D.C., California, and most other big U.S. cities, people wait for the chance and go! On the east coast of the U.S. it is almost a sport to see who wins in the crossing: the pedestrian or the vehicle.
Even the timers on the traffic signals are different in Europe. You know those big digital timers that are being placed with signals for pedestrians? In the U.S., they kick off when it is permissible for the pedestrians to cross. The time counts down until you have to run to save your life, when the numbers change from green to red. In your mind, the expectation is "time is running out"; I have to run! In Germany and Holland the timer only counts down the time until the light turns green and allows you to walk. In your mind, you are thinking "hey, I will get my chance soon; there is time in my future to cross." Very nice change!
However, don't get your hopes up... Italy is like a festival at every crossing. The lights are there for celebrating the latest holiday, and cars, scooters, and people mix like a grand fish stew. It never looks like it will work when you look at it, but when you taste it, it works perfectly.
It is interesting that we are all so different. The world has immense diversity, yet as we sit in a global recession, we recognize that no one is immune. Society, the planet, our economy... we are all linked.
Our ride was no different. It included individuals from Sweden, Holland, and the U.S. We differed in age, gender, industry, and jobs. We have met one another's parents and in some cases, children, shared about our lives and futures, and what we all believe in. All so diverse, like the countries and the landscapes we drove through; like the six languages spoken in those countries; and like the foods we ate along the way. Yet, it all started with two common passions: PMI and motorcycles. And now it has grown to include a third: friends.
How lucky I am.
More later.
