“When does the event start?” Ambra asked me.
Let me check. I pulled out my iPhone and held down the button on the bottom.
“When is the Poker Tournament in Innsbruck, Austria?” “Checking,” Siri responded. She paused for a moment. “Okay, here’s what I found.”
I scanned through the news feed.
“It starts tomorrow,” I said. She smiled. “Perfect. I’ll grab my things.”
I’m not sure why but I’m on a door crazy lately. Every city I go to I take pictures of the doors and Milan, with its old historic buildings, has some of the most beautiful damn doors in the world.
Aside from my odd fetish, I really just love strolling the streets and searching for quaint eateries and coffee shops.
I love staying in apartments when I travel. It makes the city feel like home. Nothing offers a more local experience than shopping for food and cooking.
And there’s perhaps no better place to do that than in Italy, where the fresh fruit and vegetables have some of the most robust flavors in the world.
It’s easy to feel at home in an apartment like this. Our two-story penthouse was bursting with so much light that even a cold, damp winter day was inspiring.