After diving full force into Holland’s Next Topmodel for two weeks, it’s now time for legs in the air and arms behind the head. Will you travel with me?

Our Italian friends Cosimo and Palma (that’s really their names, how tropical do you want it to be) danced with joy when we had real Wifi in their Villa Sandro. We immediately got glued to our Airs. Not only to work but also to feel connected from a distance to the disaster (or should I call it an attack?) and to be angry, outraged, and sad.

As a Wifi junkie (I believe I should start calling myself that), I was intensely happy again at club Guna-beach. Where Bali, Ibiza, and Brazil meet. Big beds, a jacuzzi, a steaming sea where cool surf dudes, whether kiting or not, fly into the air and a strong Wifi connection. Food served under shiny cloches, fresh watermelon juice, and the perfect strawberry daiquiri. Take me there and you won’t have any trouble with me. Really not.

Now we are stranded in a resort (tenuta, as the Italians say) in Gallipoli. It’s a bit of an adjustment to be among other people again. Extremely cozy but our daughters turned out to be a bit wild as a result of a home where everything is allowed and a overdose of Pipi Langkous. Eating spaghetti with their hands (if there had been scissors, they probably would have cut it, just like their Swedish BFF) and with black sandy feet on the linen of the restaurant. Ouch. Work to be done.

My secret pleasure in Italy is reading Chi. A kind of Paris Match but in Italian where in the summer you only see photos of stars I don’t know who have been ‘inseparable since December 2013’ but are lying glamorously on shiny yachts cuddling and chirping in the sun. Then I immediately want to know where they are going. Well, that’s either Tuscany, or Capri (nothing special so far) or Gallipoli. You understand, I had to go there. I must say, I could get used to it. If I have to, you know, if I have to.

One more day here and then there’s a great masseria on the menu again. Outdoor shower in your room, hammock on a fig tree. Already looking forward to it, you too?