Ordinarily when the alarm goes off at 05:30 am there’s either something wrong (the alarm never goes off at 05:30) or it’s something exciting. Yesterday, luckily, it was the second, cause I’m off to play with May for three whole days in Milan. Not literally, no time, we have our schedules all filled up with appointments at top of the list fashion houses. Something that involves world domination. And something that involves wine, hey, that’s what you get when you send me off with May to any arbitrary city. You bet your bottom dollars we’ll end up on some pretty terrace in no time, lifting up the legs of our wine glasses filled with white. That’s called making a virtue out of necessity. .

Moving on. We met at the airport at 07:00 and were sky-high an hour later. Well that was how it was supposed to be. Mr. And Mrs. Easyjet have turned delays into a sporting event, yesterday they record was 50 minutes. And the planes are all so nice and spacious (read with irony). And comfortable (irony again). Anyhow, this gave us the opportunity to make a dozen selfies and to mope and grunt about things you can’t do anything about anyway. Always swell.

After a flight that takes longer on the ground than in the air, we arrive in Milan, where it’s summer! At least, that’s what we think. All we can think about are bare legs and terraces when the average Milanese is still walking around hunching his winter coat and wearing a woolen scarf. After having checked into a super duper hotel and having enjoyed a little lunch it’s time for our meetings with Iceberg and MaxMara. Checking out the Duomo on the way, I’ve never been to Milan before so my inner tourist has to be satisfied every now and then.

We forged plans and fantasized about project with the brand people and after having talked the hind leg off a donkey we crash on the terrace of 10 Corso Como. The table is filled with ridiculously delicious food, the glasses are filled with wine and May and I discuss the future prospects of Amayzine and how we can make it even better.

With an eyeful of fatigue we head off to the hotel, where I’m typing this now. I’m lying on a gigantic soft bed with crackling fresh bedding wearing one of those enormous white bathrobes. I could seriously live in hotel rooms. Tomorrow’s a brand new day, one I will probably defy with bare legs. Crazy Italians. Ciao bella’s!