I've made it a month. Start collecting your bets.
I arrived in Milan looking forward to a new city and another Couch Surfing experience. Sloveiga, my host, told me "When you walk out of the station the buses are in a small grove to the right. Get on bus 61." These straightforward directions turned into two hours of searching for her apartment. After getting on the wrong bus and a few miles of meandering, the Metro brought me practically to her doorstep.
|Arrival in Milano.|
|The largest and most beautiful rail station as of yet.|
Solveiga is Latvian. How exotic. We hit it off right away. She taught me all about a country that I've never heard of before (but I didn't tell her that). Staying with sloveiga was the complete opposite of staying with Robby. She is a third year architecture student and she was preparing for a presentation for the duration of my visit. What fond memories she stirred up. Oh how I don't miss all nighters and absurd deadlines. Nonetheless I stayed up with her till 5 am writing a blog entry that I avoided writing all day!
I whined briefly in my last entry about my inadequate footwear. My knees hurt and I was tired of swamp foot, so first thing in the morning, I set off to find a trekking store. Little did I know it would turn into a day of orienteering. The night before I researched and found a place. I even marked it on my map. As Sloveiga left for class and I left to explore, I realized I forgot the map. That's more like it! Thankfully I wrote down the address and after about an hour and a half of "Dove via Santa Croce?" I found the store I thought I was looking for. Unfortunately for me, Trekking Italia does not sell boots – they book trips. On the bright side, they recommended a place "down the street." An hour and a week's worth of living money later, I had boots. Ja, zey are German! Off I tramped to explore Milan.
Milan is very busy. Everyone seems to be in a hurry. While I was wandering around, I saw a whole bunch of cool stuff.
|Duomo di Milano. Love gothic!|
|The interior and pipe organ.|
|I enjoy finding good photos.|
|The inside of some important arch structure.|
|Milan has a lot of trollies and a lot of wires.|
|Some castle thinger.|
|The train station at night.|
|I didn't mean for this to be so artsy fartsy.|
|The perfect Milan street decorations.|
|Shops' windows were inspiring.|
|I love intelligent people!|
|I don't think this tree grew on its own.|
Later that night Sloveiga and I went out for some authentic Milanese aperitif. Aperitif is a wonderful meal that businessmen in Milan invented. I'll testify, there's nothing better after a long day. Technically it's served before dinner, but I can't imagine eating anything afterwards. Essentially, you buy a drink and get access to a buffet. Then you can gorge yourself on delicious pastas, meats, sandwiches, cheeses, desserts until you pop.
|A small portion of the food.|
It's an outstanding deal. It beats going out to restaurant any day because you can eat three days worth of food for under €10. I had six plates of food. I felt more drunk from the calories than from my Negroni.
No sooner did I lay down on my couch than I fell asleep. I wasn't planning on it. I didn't want to. I slept from 11 to 10. It was awesome.
The next morning I parted ways with Sloveigna and headed out to catch a train to Lyon. Before I headed to the station I went to check out the roof of the Duomo di Milano. I'm a sucker for the gothic style.
|On top of the Duomo.|
|"Are you lookin' at me?"|
|Too bad the scaffolding was there.|
|Silly Tiffany store under the tree. Viva la capitalism.|
I had to pay mucho euro for the train to Lyon. It was a 6 hour ride but thanks to Alice's stellar directions, I arrived safely to her apartment without a problem. I've only been here a few hours but I already love France!
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