Anniversary

We made it to our Milan loft today, which happens to be our second wedding anniversary.

After taking another subway train and taxi, we were greeted by David, a Scottish guy who now lives in Italy. He took us off the busy city street through a tiny wooden door, down a courtyard, up a flight of stairs and into our stylish little hideaway.


I ventured off to a nearby market and brought back a huge piece of tiramisu! But the best anniversary gift of all was probably when Ediza Rose, who has become even more of a little handful since arriving in Europe, fell asleep this afternoon.


By the way, that's a mosquito net -- we're not staying in a bridal suite.