I finally got my blond best fried to visit me to Milan. Before her arrival I was busy with sewing, escaping the rainy miserable weather and lunching with my boys in Naviglio and in La Rinascente.
Friday, April 3, 2009
La mia bella bionda
Friday, March 27, 2009
Un po di giro a Milano
Italy keeps surprising me again and again. Some days it is the people, Italians, and the other times it is the country... today it was the city of Milan. I thought that I know this city, at least a bit, but I don`t. I met my Italian friend for lunch downtown and afterwards had a date with Teemu.
I am still looking for a job and last night someone was nagging on me in the phone that I really really really need to find a job. Yes, I am "really" looking for it, baby. ;o) I am doing my best to get some other jobs to get my bills payed.
Yes, I know... first the job and then everything new which involves money. ;o) Can`t a girl dream even???
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Il gattino
When I was a child I had my own cat, Täplä it was called. It was a manx cat with only a tiny tail. It grew up with me for years, but when my little brother was born, it became so jealous that it moved away. I have always loved cats more than dogs. Some years ago I started to dream of a tiger or panther cub, but soon realized that I couldn`t afford to raise it. My M even tried to buy me a white tiger kitten from a zoo in Northern Africa. Despite the money he offered the owner didin`t sell his puppy.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Pasticcino da tè
My tiny apartment doesn`t have a proper kitchen for cooking and baking like back home in Finland. I guess that is why I end up eating salads, piadine with tuna or prosciutto crudo, pasta with tomatoes or just fruits with nutella when I am home. My friend told me the other week that: "Sweetie, you need to start eating like Italians do when you live here." ...But I do, nutella is very much Italian!!!! ;o)
La cena a Princi
Last night I got invited for a dinner with some friends. I thought that we would be celebrating my birthday and drinking champagne with just a few of us, but no. Still when I entered the restaurant in Brera I thought that we would be 4...it grew till 9 and in the end we were 12. Italians never have it boring for sure.



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