The tale of my perfect Valentine’s Day present.

He knows he cannot make me happy with material stuff. I’ve got all I need.
But when it comes to travelling… I always squeal with joy.

Bergamo. Bellagio. Varenna. Como.
Asparagus risotto. Quattro formaggi pizza. Coffee. Cakes.
Rosemary. Pomegranates. Tangerines.

Italians seem to understand you only when you throw your hands in the air, shake your head and talk with your whole body. It hurts 😉 After three days I discovered my Italian is quite good 😉

We had a blast!