When I arrived at L’Albereta, my body was at breaking point. Workers in the UK had just been treated to their first bank holiday of the spring, Good Friday, which I should have taken as an opportunity to relax and recuperate, instead of diligently rebranding it as “Bad Friday” with a string of messy nights out. I was not well — colds, cystitis, migraines, the lot.
So, with my lingering congestion and exhaustion, I bundled myself onto a flight to Milan Linate. Two hours later, I was en route to L’Albereta Relais and Chateaux, also known as the “Soho Farmhouse of Milan.” And with the speedy flight and 50 minute transfer, it wasn’t that much more taxing than getting to the actual Soho Farmhouse.
