Here at the Hotel Spidari in central Milan, there is a tiny Italian woman downstairs that asks no questions and makes cappucinos all day. I’ve been eating breakfasts down there while reading my book… every time I look up, she is standing there like a ghostly madonna, holding a new cappucino with a bowl of unpronouncable sweetener products. Yesterday morning, after the game, I did not know what to say to her, so I said, “Viva Forza Italia,” to which she returned a grim expression and presented a fresh cappucino.

My sister also says I should post more pictures of myself… so here ya go! 🙂