My girl went to the city. She's been doing that for a month now. Suddenly. With friends. After an hour, they come back with their loot. A bag from Hema, a ring from MyJewellery, and of course something from Jamin. On Saturday, she also went out for a bit to pick something up for a friend. And yes, she was careful and yes, she would be back on time.

While I soaked up the sun that would disappear behind the houses in five minutes and cautiously explored with a neighbor friend whether we still liked wine, I saw her pink crate peeking around the corner of the hedge.

“Mom, I bought a gift for YOU.” And that was this Italian soap. It smells like cypress and immediately takes me to Tuscany or Lazio. The packaging is so beautiful that I already know I won't use it. I hold it in my hand and sniff it, thinking of quoting Marco Borsato about how good time looks on my daughter.