Hmm, 3.5 hours sleep, I'm not impressed. So I'm in Italy now. I took a plane to Bologna and Enrico Zini kindly picked me up at the airport, gave me Internet connectivity and nice Italian food (aren't mums wonderful?). Now we're off to do some sightseeing, and later we'll go to Florence where about 10 Debian people are going out for dinner tonight.
Recap of FOSDEM: met the usual suspects (weasel still sucks, even if not as much as Jordi), got to know some new people, like Jeroen van Wolffelaar, Thomas Hood and Andreas Barth. On Saturday I spent most of the morning and afternoon chasing people to get their money for the buffet and to give them their tickets; next time, I really have to delegate this; it's amazing how much time it takes to get the stuff from 40 people. Due to this, I also missed all talks and couldn't speak to many people. In the evening, we went to the buffet which was really nice; we ate too much food, especially dessert. At some point, I felt really tired, thinking it must be 11pm or even 2am, and it turned out to be just 9pm… ouch. Some of us decided to go home (especially weasel and me, i.e. the Internet addicts), but then it took us 2 hours to actually do so… the joys of having a large group with conflicting interests sharing cars. We got home eventually (home = mind.be, the Debian hotel in Belgium), but shortly after powering up all of our laptops the power went out. The power would not have been a problem because we all have laptops, but it also meant that we did not have Internet. So we were actually forced to go to bed (at about 1.30, I think).
Scheduling talks at 10am is bad, mmkay? Agreeing to give a talk at 10.30 is even worse, though. In any case, we managed to turn up at about 10.35, I recycled my Debian ftp archive talk from LinuxTag from a few years ago; nothing exciting, but I hope it was useful to some people. I spent the rest of the day talking to various people, like Keith Packard. As I mentioned before, I enjoyed it a lot, even if it's quite exhausting. Most people left in the afternoon (no more weasel, yeah!), and the rest wanted to go to dinner… unfortunately, Karsten Merker twisted his ankle, so that took a while to sort out. We eventually managed to have dinner, though, and Karsten's foot seemed fairly okay. I stayed at mind.be again, and got up way too early… OK, let's see what kind of old buildings/churches Bologna has to offer. Apparently it has one of the oldest universities.