The second to last night the director takes us to dinner at one of the landmark restaurants in Milan, Il Rigolo. I love the familiarity of this place, the food is always good – the waiters always very nice. We laugh and joke about the day, at 9.30 we ask for the check and go on our separate ways. (a very early dinner by Italian standards!)
My last day of working I wake up at 6.30 am to pack my bag so I can go directly from work to the mountains. We sell, sell, and sell, and once it’s all done we pack, pack and pack.
(definitely not as glamorous as the Bulgari party..)
After work, I go to the grocery store and do a weeks’ worth of shopping.
Finally at 7pm I get into my car and drive to the mountains, well start to anyway, it takes me 1 hour just to get out of Milan – I’m dead tired but filled with joy at the thought of seeing my kids. I arrive to the Engadine mountains just in time, the kids are still awake.
Before going to sleep I think about the past week: 4 nights eating out. 1 very fashionable cocktail party. 50 hours working. 6 policemen. 23 boxes to pack the collection in. 2 hours to do so. 200 kilometers to get back up to the mountains.
2 of the cutest little kids you can imagine waiting for me with gigantic hugs and kisses on my arrival.
I fall asleep with a smile on my face.