Normally, when the alarm goes off at 05:30, there is either a major mistake (the alarm never goes off at 05:30) or something exciting. Fortunately, yesterday was the latter, because together with May, I am going to play in Milan for three days. Or rather, play, we have quite full days here with appointments at major fashion houses. Something about world domination. And something about wine because hey, send me and May off to any random city and you can bet your bottom dollar that we will be sitting at a nice terrace with, indeed, a glass of white in no time. Making a virtue of necessity, they call that.

Anyway, at 07:00 we see each other at Schiphol and a little hour later we are in the air. At least, that was the intention. The ladies and gentlemen of Easyjet make it a sport to always depart just a bit late, and yesterday we had a neat 50 minutes delay. And you’re already sitting so comfortably. And spaciously. And so on. But well, it did give us the opportunity to take a good ten selfies and complaining about things you can’t influence is always nice.

After a flight that is over in a flash, we arrive in Milan, where it is absolutely summer. At least, that’s what we think. We enthusiastically shout about bare legs and terraces, while the average Milanese still trudges around in a thick winter coat and woolen scarf. After checking in at the mega nice hotel and having a small lunch, it’s time for appointments with Iceberg and MaxMara. In between, we also took a quick look at the Duomo, as I am in Milan for the first time in my life, so my inner tourist needs to be soothed every now and then.

With the brands, we forge plans and fantasize about projects, and after a day of chatting ourselves hoarse, we half-collapse on the terrace of 10 Corso Como. The table is filled with ridiculously delicious bites, the glasses are full of white wine, and May and I chat about future plans and how we can make Amayzine even more fun.

In the meantime, we both have fatigue hanging heavily on our eyelids, so we head back to the hotel, from where I am typing this now. In a gigantic soft hotel bed with crackling fresh bedding and large soft bathrobes. Honestly, I could live in hotel rooms. Tomorrow is another new day that I will most likely face with bare legs. Crazy Italians. Ciao bella’s!