Il mio monopattino

There are tiny little things that make you happy. I don`t own a car, vespa or bicycle in Milan. My vehicle is kickboard (“il monopattino” in Italian). I used to have a kickboard already in Finland and a few months ago I bought a new one here in Milan. I got sick of the public transportation always being late or then not coming at all. ITALIA!!!! My present kickboard goes so fast that I needed to buy a bell to warn people that I am coming. So if you see a blond girl with a kickboard ringing the bell like crazy in the streets of Milan... That must be me! ;o)

La festa di Sissi

Last night it was time the girls to get together and celebrate the birthday of sweet Silvia. We had dinner and lots of laughter at AlBacio in 24 Maggio.

Auguri ancora Sissi!!

Piccolo Louan

Last Wednesday was born a little baby boy in Holland called Louan. This tiny outfit just left to him.

Via della Spiga

There are times when everything you plan goes wrong. The other night was like that. I wanted to attend a cocktail event at Spazio Krizia and go to the movies, but… Big BUT!!! So we ended up window shopping in Via Sant`Andrea and Via della Spiga. There is nothing wrong with that, but I prefer shopping when the stores are open. The evening ended better and we met some friends for drinks.

This new hit makes me smile every time I hear it in the radio. Now there is also a version in Italian.

Zaz- Je Veux

Only in Italy!!!

Happened today: I went to return the modem of Fastweb (an Italian broadband telecommunications company) to a special store which isn`t open every day. I know it because I already spent one day running around Milan and trying to find a store that would take the modem back. So today I went there (first of course controlling and calling when they would be open after lunch break/siesta). They advised me that they can`t take the modem, because the “request of cancellation is still in process, contact the customer service please”. I closed the contract 3 months ago!!!

I decided that I am not going out of the store with the modem so I started calling and so did someone else behalf of me. After 2 people calling the customer service for 30 minutes there still was no answer. Of course no one from the store could call and help. It is the customer who calls. (You need to understand that this is 1/4 stores of Fastweb that take back the modems in Milan!) WTF !!!!!

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Next I will get a bill of 200€ because I haven`t returned the modem!!!!! When I will say that they are ridiculous they say “fine, first pay the bill and then after we have processed your request you might get your money back... (It normally takes about 6 years).

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These are the absurd things that make me more than furious in this country. People spend too much energy taking care of everyday life situations which shouldn`t be difficult at all.

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Okay, can I now send a bill to Fastweb of all the hours I lost of work while trying to return their modem?

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The question comes back into my mind that how in earth does this country functions???

Benvenuti al Sud

Last week we went to see a new Italian film by Luca Miniero called "Benvenuti al sud". I have gotten used to watching films in Italian by now, but this was too much even for me. There were parts that I couldn`t understand a word, but I guess I wasn`t the only one. The southern accent was pretty strong. I still can`t get enough of Piazza Duomo by night time. It is gorgeous! One of the best parts after getting out of the movie theater is to wander around the city center and to watch people… maybe get an ice cream or stop in a restaurant for a glass (...or two) of bubbles.

Backstage at Milan`s Fashion Week

I worked a week at a showroom of a famous Italian fashion designer. I was waiting for the experience a lot and as a plus I got to work with one of my best friends. The week turned out to be complete opposite of what I had expected… You can read the rest here.

Home Sweet Home

I was supposed to have a business meeting in Helsinki, but there came some last minute changes and my friend had to fly to New York. I already had my tickets and decided to use them anyways. I left Italy`s sunshine and arrived to chilly Finland. My dear friend had arranged a driver to pick me up from the airport. I thought that I would have plenty of time to leave my luggage, change my clothes, say “hi” to my friend and walk to Tennispalatsi for the premium of Wall Street 2, but instead I ended up almost changing my clothing and putting my make up in the back seat of the taxi. I made it to the premium in time (with the driver). See the rest of the story here.