there were Many Meetings today.
and a tiny bit of Italian spoken, by us, (the Italians spoke a Lot of it and all with fantastic hand gestures and a lot of thoughtful lips pursed as they stirred crunchy brown sugar into their piccolo espresso.)
but – this being Italy – there was also a Lunch.
which is ever such a delicious (literally) way to do business.
There’s a Large pot of Tea in front of us.
And a flashing ever-present-red-light on the blackberry.
And an Early Night.
For tomorrow we return, swathed in a black cashmere pashmina, our bags nestled in the back of a towncar, en route to Another Airport.
For now – grazie, Milano.
In our head, at least.