The coliseum, in Rome, Italy. I had flown overnight to Milan, arriving early the next morning. I never can sleep on a plane, and I had a full day of meetings. Then I got on a plane to Rome, and I was just exhausted. When I arrived, I had been up about 36 straight hours, but by the time the car dropped me at my hotel in Rome, I was so amped, I grabbed my gear and started walking. I think I shot for about 4 hours before my body quit on me and I had to get some sleep...