Ben's firm spent more than 2 million Euros on a Christmas Market. This included vendors serving employees, clients, and friends and family food, drinks, and desserts for an entire week.
Last Friday night, I went with Ben to the PwC Market, and like true Mormon Americans, we ate our way through pasta, kebabs, potato cakes, crêpes, hot chocolate, and cookies and then watched a lot of people consume a lot of alcohol and took lots of photos.
I was the only woman who wasn't in a black mini skirt and tights. Seriously.
One of Ben's colleagues begged me to bring her butterscotch chips when we return from the states in a few weeks. His other colleagues -- Soren, Claire, and Gael were all really pleasant and all spoke to me about the same subject: how young and close together in age our children are.
After debating about whether or not we could eat any more, and whether or not we liked the name Soren, we then drove downtown to another Christmas Market in pursuit of licorice ropes. European licorice ropes are unbelievable.
PwC's holiday celebration was incredible. Really great food in a beautiful new building full of Christmas cheer. We kept chuckling about how different last year's PwC holiday party was in Salt Lake City.
The following day, the firm provided activities for PwC families and their children.
Sinterklaas made an appearance, provided our children with gifts (we had previously selected from a catalog), the boys jumped on a bounce house, fished for ducks, played with clay, and we waited in lots of long lines, ate some chocolate and felt spoiled rotten.
We rode in a few elevators, caused a few scenes and then headed home to play with our gifts from Sinterklaas. Ben and I debated for 10 minutes as we walked back to the car whether we should stop at the Market one last time and get a kebab for the road. We opted for Indian take away, instead. Ben had eaten at least six kebabs in three days. You can't go wrong with a good kebab.
Thank you, PwC.
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