A Dreamy Winter Weekend in Milan
Italy is my old best friend. Every time we meet, we stare each other in the face and say, “You haven’t changed a bit,” then pick up right where we left off no matter how much time has passed. Then we drink too much wine.
This time exactly 587 days had passed since seeing her, but an unusually cheap flight ($530 round trip) convinced me that a winter weekend in Milan was totally justifiable. So just like that I found myself with 72 glorious hours to recharge, reminisce and introduce my husband to my beautiful best friend for the first time.