When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's Milan.... Well I thought nothing could top Athens but then I went to Milan. You all know me. I'm kinda dry. Very straightforward. Don't really exaggerate. Picture this in your mind. Natashia exiting her hotel with the intent of running across the street to grab something from the cafe for breakfast. I'm in my uniform dress, waiting for a break in the morning traffic to allow me to cross. As the cars slow for me, I begin across the street, carefully since I'm in the required heels and I don't want to bust my ass in Milan like I did on Montgomery Street in San Francisco not so long ago. And then, like I'm in a pantyhose commercial, I swear, no lie, one man
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