Conferences can be very interesting experiences. I endure the misery that passes for air travel. I miss my kids. I sleep in crowded hotels. I jam up the calendar with sessions, meals and other forms of networking. And I sift through mountains of information hoping to find something new, something innovative, something helpful.
A conference is a bubble. There is a different pace and culture. The environment seems tranquil with soft music piped into all of the public areas. Even the conversations take place in hushed voices. The speakers speak. The attendees listen. There is an allotted time for questions. Punctuality is highly valued. Food and snacks show up when needed.
The bubble will burst in a couple of days. Hopefully with enough takeaways to make the trip worthwhile.