IL SOGNO ITALIANO

Oh Italy, sweet, sweet land of the pasta, the pizza, the gelato and the tiramisu… Sweet land of the people speaking with their hands, the limoncello after dinner and the cute little old men on their vespas with their bright colorful socks and the chicest glasses you’ve ever seen. Oh dear, my love for Italy is unconditional. It just warms my heart to be able to enjoy some time there occasionally. Now that I live in Los Angeles, coming back to Milan brings me back into past, when I used to come every other month by train from Geneva’s train station and drown for a few days into Italian culture. I can’t really do that anymore, there’s no train...