So we landed. Lauren stole my window seat when I went to the bathroom, but its ok because she didn't sleep well. The dinner was pasta with a blondie for desert. The flight was fairly uneventful, and we landed without a hitch. My bag was one of the first to come out and we made our way right for the train to Cadrona station. Apparently in Italy buying a train ticket isn't enough. In Italy it is necessary to find a non-existent validation machine to validate your previously purchased ticket. This machine exists somewhere in the 30 feet (approx. 10 meters (metres?)) between the ticket booth and the train itself.
The hotel was a bit of a hoof, but it was nice enough out. A little bit of history for everyone: Hannibal gave this city its name, which translates roughly from his native dialect to "land with few street signs". When we departed the metro station and realized that there was no way we were going to find our hotel by using our google map address, so I immediately went into bear grylls mode. I found the sun and using some trigonometry lacated our hotel without making a single error. Lauren was not as impressed as she should have been.
The Foo Fighters concert was great. Everyone here really likes to kick garbage around like it is a soccer ball. Lauren got scared when she got to the front of the food line and ran away after we both waited a good 20 minutes to get to the front. Apparently Milan has the best fans and hottest women out of everywhere all of the bands had ever toured. I'm a little saddened by this as I remember Boston and the surrounding areas used to have the hottest girls and best audiences, oh well.
We got back to the hotel and turned on the tv. It was about 2 milan time, which is right when the Bruins game was supposed to start. Lucky for us they had the game on, but with horrible announcers. Fading in and out of slumber we saw the Bruins lift the stanley cup for the first time in our life time. The streets of Milan were filled with people celebrating the victory over the Canucks who represent the Canadien people who are basically French; Italians hate the French.
We woke up, went to a few places around here. Lauren got suckered in to almost buying some bracelet from some tourist hound, but we survived. She did order Gelato though, it was good.
Im off to find some grub. Venice early in the morning.
Ciao
I thought everybody hated the French. I think your Dad told me that. I don't know if wine counts. I read in a book that when in Milan you should try to find a pasta restaurant if you can. Buy Lauren the bracelet!!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy.