Chiacchieratta con Mamma Sara

Brussels, Belgium

Began the day with a lazy 9am wakeup, courtesy of Pablo, and followed that with a morning "chiachieratta" with Sara.

She’s such a sweetheart, and it’s heartbreaking how she is dealing with Sophie’s situation. I try to offer some advice, but I’m way out of my league. Oscar really seems like a nice guy, but I can’t imagine Sara’s perspective, and nor can I offer words of wisdom. But should I be expected to? I think just the fact that I sat and spoke with her, and listened attentively, is enough for her. Truth be told, it also made me feel good. She obviously trusts me enough to share this with me, and whether I offer any worthwhile advice isn’t what she was after.

Perhaps all she needs is someone to talk to.