I like a man in a suit.
I lust watching a man in a suit.
I love a man in an Alfani suit.

There is something oh-so authentic about a man with a suit, tie and old-school shoes. Um…I do get chills just watching a well-dressed man…walk towards me. My gaze goes to his well-toned chest and I get goose-bumps all over my body and my heart goes thumpa thump.

I recently got to experience this thumpa thump at home when Mr. X, adorned in Alfani suit, greeted me at the door and took me out to dinner at my favorite Italian eatery. I could fall in love all over again.

I fell in love with Milan, Italy the moment I set my foot in the city. So many friends suggested that I skip the city and opt for more touristy destinations such as Rome or Venice. I’ve always believed that the best way to see a city is to walk like the locals, talk to locals and eat like locals. When I was there for a week, I traveled on foot, ate at local cafes, visited a church and fell in love with the people.

I took the train from Milan, Italy and went for a day trip to Venice. The city is funky…I felt like I was floating on water. The buildings of Venice are constructed on really closely spaced wood piles and bricks. So I found myself gasping for air once in awhile…felt a tad bit claustrophobic.

Pizza by the name: Da Willy. A fantastic restaurant in Milan. I know eh? I stumbled upon this eatery when I got uber lost. I walked into the joint and asked the manager for directions. She was sweet, kind AND spoke perfect English. Grazie Bella Donna.

I returned back to the restaurant the very next day, for I was craving pizza. They have one of the largest pizzas I’ve ever seen, and it’s delicious. These extremely thin crust pies (made in a brick oven) come in over two dozen varieties. It’s seriously addictive…I was so hopelessly addicted to the taste of Da Willy that I ended my very last meal in Milan with one of their fungi and ham pies.