It’s incredibly cold, too cold to be true!
I’m already in bed, curled up in my big bed, with a good movie and a great desire for sunshine!
I let Lupo out to pee, my God, I’m as cold as a sorbet.
I’m irresponsible because I wore just a simple plain sweater with ten below zero.
I remember, about twenty years ago, when the temperature at night dropped to minus 15 and then rose up to +10 during the day. The temperature difference killed 50 percent of the vegetation in Tuscany. Over two thousand olive trees died on my hill, a real tragedy. Some of them were centenarians!
I am leaving for New York. I’m excited. New York has a great energy. It’s a time to see and been seen and to be inspired. I need to begin to warm up my adrenaline for the upcoming fashion show.
I’m sorry to leave Lupo. He will miss me, but will be nice to meet up again.
I will keep you posted here on my New York adventure.
I have a small apartment on 57th and New York feels like home.
A large basin
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