After being upgraded for the first time ever on a transatlantic flight, I arrived in Milan today completely exhausted and sweaty (nice)...and really wishing I wasn't in, basically, NYC, but this time I couldn't speak the language and the Metro was dingier than the subway (yes, this is possible).
...after lugging my luggage onto the Malpensa Express and through the metro, I arrive at my hotel and succumb to a nap.
So I hit the sack once I got to the hotel, which was nice, and took a shower, and felt like new again. Once I put the ol' iPod earbuds in the ears and hit the pavement, i fit right in. I still am a bit in awe that I am here after all this planning--isn't it strange that we always talk about trying to live in the moment, but so often the "moment" is surreal and you don't really understand or even experience it until much later?
So, I went to the Duomo, which is a-mazing and very spiritually influential (is that weird to say?) and then treated myself to some gelato after climbing the stairs to the roof of the Duomo.
only fair, I say. Nothing puts the world to rights like a good cone of gelato. What the heck do they put in those cones? and the gelato? Jesus.
And I'm glad to know that Milan has the crazy folk, too. There was a dude (for those of you who know my musician neighbor from 107 Christopher, he sort of looked like him gone very wrong) singing about letting a woman go, how much he loved her, at the top of his lungs for a good 10 minutes. I felt quite at home. Milan is very much like New York, the fashions very similar on the ladies, but the men of course have their huge tie knots and thick black curly hair. They all walk around like they have somewhere VERY important to be like the New Yorkers, and even with tennis shoes and pants on, I had dirty ankles from walking around the city, just like at home.
It's a cool place, but I'm ready for something different...Lake Como tomorrow, and well-anticipated...
xo
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