Bianca's days in Milan

Today, Wednesday 7 October

1. 7:25amWoke up with the red sauce smell still on her hands
2. 11:50amNeighbour says salernitana have a new striker worth watching
3. 4:10pmBasil arrived late, made her redo the whole sauce
4. 7:30pmAte alone on the balcony, city still too warm
5. 10:05pmSister called, still waiting to hear about the flat

On her mind: Sister still waiting to hear about the flat

Tuesday 6 October

1. 7:10amRed wine headache and the window won’t shut
2. 12:40pmForgot the basil and had to run back, sweating
3. 3:20pmNeighbours arguing over serie a, louder than the tv
4. 6:05pmThe sea feels wrong this late in the year
5. 10:50pmRagù still simmering, nothing left to taste it with

Monday 5 October

1. 7:15amSpilled coffee on the counter while reaching for bread
2. 12:40pmRan into a neighbour who thinks salernitana still has a chance
3. 5:30pmSpent an hour cutting vegetables, still not sure who they’re for
4. 8:10pmPoured the last of the red, balcony still warm from the day
5. 11:00pmWindow open, heard the tram brakes and felt homesick for nothing

Sunday 4 October

1. 7:20amThe bread from yesterday went rock hard, dunked it anyway
2. 12:45pmArgued with marco about inter while the pasta water boiled
3. 4:10pmOpened a bottle alone, just to taste the end of it
4. 7:30pmAte standing at the counter, left the rest for tomorrow
5. 10:50pmTurned the tv down so the night traffic would feel louder

Saturday 3 October

1. 8:15amWoke to bells and missed the sea already
2. 12:40pmBought wine that smelled like september anyway
3. 7:50pmSauce came together right after the match talk
4. 10:30pmStayed at the table long after the last glass

Friday 2 October

1. 7:30amThe espresso burned my tongue but I drank it anyway
2. 12:15pmArgued about the derby with the woman at the market
3. 7:00pmStarted cooking and lost track of time until the sauce thickened
4. 10:45pmOpened red wine after the long dinner with no one rushing

Thursday 1 October

1. 8:00amDrank coffee by the window, wished for september sea
2. 1:30pmChopped onions slowly, kitchen already smelled like dinner
3. 7:00pmPoured the first red while the sauce began to bubble
4. 10:30pmThe football argument went on long after the plates cleared

Wednesday 30 September

1. 8:15amCoffee by the open window, already warm outside
2. 1:30pmCooked lunch without a reason, kitchen smelled good
3. 7:45pmRed wine poured, football argument took over dinner
4. 10:30pmPlates still on the table when it finally ended

Tuesday 29 September

1. 7:45amEspresso too strong, september light already feels like october
2. 11:30amHeard the match, shouted at the radio like always
3. 7:00pmPoured red wine while the pasta boiled, felt settled
4. 10:45pmDinner stretched on, nobody wanted it to end

Monday 28 September

1. 7:45amShutters open, coffee strong against the grey sky
2. 12:15pmArgued football with the grocer, felt alive again
3. 6:30pmRed wine breathing while the pasta water boiled
4. 10:45pmTable still full, conversation refusing to end

Sunday 27 September

1. 9:00amCoffee burned my tongue but the market felt alive
2. 2:30pmAfternoon dragged without anyone to argue football with
3. 7:45pmCooked too much and ate slowly by the open window
4. 10:30pmRed wine and thoughts of the empty september sea

Saturday 26 September

1. 8:15amBrewed coffee strong against the morning chill
2. 1:45pmStirred the pot and tasted the wine early
3. 7:30pmLingered at the table with red wine and quiet
4. 10:15pmWondered how the sea looked without the crowds

Friday 25 September

1. 7:45amCoffee by the window, already missing the empty sea
2. 12:30pmTomatoes at the market tasted like september anyway
3. 6:15pmCooked too much pasta, ate it standing at the counter
4. 9:40pmRed wine and the match, still angry about that penalty

Thursday 24 September

1. 8:00amEspresso too strong but the morning light felt right
2. 1:00pmArgued football at lunch and lost my voice a little
3. 7:30pmRed wine while the sauce cooked down slow
4. 10:45pmDinner lasted hours, everyone loud and happy