Margherita baby

Ciao!

I've been awake since 10am. It's 12pm now and I'd just successfully carried out a sneak mission (Project Pizza).
You see, having been left alone since 9am I got hungry and had enough of bread/chips in the room. SO. At 11.30am I pulled out my selection of grey tees, picked one, donned my sunglasses and ran out of the Milanese penthouse that is our hotel (I am slightly exaggerating, it's not that great) and in the process refused to drop the key at the reception when told to do so.

(AIM: Buy lunch before sister returns to hotel.)

Two streets down, left turn.
There was a flea market going on. Random flea markets on a Thursday morning are distracting. But I pushed on.
1 more street down.
SUCCESS... My sister is still nowhere in sight.
Two euros down, a margherita pizza slice in hand. My favourite.
Two shops ahead was a gelateria. Another two euros down.
With a pizza in one hand and icecream in the other I crossed the streets hurriedly and ran back. One street down, right turn, two streets back.

Pizza in bed. The taste of sweet success.

With luck, my sister will be back with another slice of margherita. (Knowing her, however, she'll probably return with some crappy sandwiches. Girl has a penchant for rabbit food.)

Over and out! x