Milano

I was so geared up about Lake Maggiore, I completely forgot about Milan. Milan reminds me of New York, just on a slightly smaller scale and not quite as go,go,go. The buildings are older and therefore more beautiful (in my mind), it’s not in a grid, so it’s easy to get lost (or walk in beautiful circles discovering new things along the way), it’s not as dirty but it’s no Chicago, and the shopping is great—if you find the right stores, otherwise it’s ridiculously expensive. I think I might be a bit tipsy. Anyways, it’s a great city; I enjoyed walking around in it, but was just as happy to leave. I did walk in the Duomo, which was beautiful. Unfortunately the exterior is being refinished, so I couldn’t capture the amazing spires out front, but I did my best. The church was massive, large stone pillars, ceilings that reached up to the sky, and beautiful stained glass windows. I’ve decided that’s what I like best about most churches, the stained glass, such an amazing talent to have, I can’t even imagine putting something that elaborate together. Needless to say, I felt right at home—there were even white fuzzies floating around the city, which seems to happen every spring in New York, specifically to wreak havoc on everyone’s allergies, and the one drug I forgot for my journey—allergy pills. I’m hoping the fresh mountain air will cure the sneezing. And for today's local entertainment..at breakfast, I was seated next to this nice older Indian gentleman who would like to meet for a drink when he’s in New York, or would be happy to be my tour guide when I visit India—he suggests next year, he’s in the shoe business, that must be his line with all the women! Then, while enjoying my foccacia outside the duomo, a nice Greek decided to chat with me. I often try to pretend I do not speak the language they are, but ineviditably, they dumb look I give oozes English, so I’m caught. Lucky for me, he wanted to have a drink in Milan and my train was leaving in 45 minutes and I would not be returning. I ask; where is George when I need him to be my man repelent? Kidding (maybe).


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