Well, here I am in Milan’s Bergamo airport, waiting for my delayed flight to schedule a time for us to leave this place. Not that I really want to leave… Milan was awesome. I just would like to not be in this airport. Oh well. Gives me to time to go ahead and get this blog taken care of.
My friend Melinda and I left Thursday for Milan. Our friend Marissa is currently studying abroad there so we met up with her and settled into her apartment. It was a nice change from sleeping in hostels with people we don’t know. Thursday wasn’t a necessarily busy day but we apparently did everything there is to “do” in Milan within that one day. We had our first real Italian meal (I got spaghetti… go with something I know), toured the Duomo, saw the outside of La Scalla (the opera house) and the Galleria. That night we had appartivo at a design museum.
This last part requires some explanation. First off, apartivo is this swanky Italian tradition in which you pay for one drink (less than 10 euro) and then have unlimited access to a buffet of snacks. As a college student, you do your best to make these snacks into a meal. Because there were so many people at this particular event, however, making a meal was challenging. We were literally scavenging for food as they brought plates of Panini bites, croquettes, etc. Nevertheless, it was an experience and a fun one at that. The design museum was also cool. Apparently we came on the 2nd weekend of Design Week in Milan. This was fortunate for us because all the galleries and museums in Milan were open to the public. It also meant there were tons of people in the city which made everything seem more alive.
Moving on. Friday we decided to go shopping. We were in Milan, after all, and with every other Italian dressed to kill, we really felt like we needed to step up our game. This expedition ended up taking the majority of our day although we did manage to make it down to the canals before sunset. Oh, and did I mention we had gelato twice this day? Melinda and I were immediately hooked because, yes, it is simply better in Italy. I’ll just go ahead and admit that I overate every day we were in Italy and would have continued to do so if we’d stayed longer.
Speaking of over-eating, though, we had a lovely dinner on Friday night. Sean is partially Italian and some of his more distant relatives still live in Italy so Sean’s mom, Liz, got in touch with them and let the Martignoni family know that I was coming to Milan. I seriously owe Ms. Sullinger because the Martignoni family really did make our trip. Franco (the dad) picked us up at Marissa’s apartment for dinner around 6:30. It ended up that all three of us girls went, expecting to go out to dinner somewhere and each catch our own tab. This idea was erased as we pulled into Franco’s apartment complex. Feeling horrible for all bombarding their house but excited nonetheless, we were welcomed into their home and got to meet the whole family (Alda, Eleonora, and Pietro). They were such a wonderful family-so sweet and hilarious.
We had dinner after an hour or so and this was the true experience of the day. Apparently, Italians have a rather different order to their meals of which we not previously made aware.
So Alda makes us these huge pizzas. Melinda and I assume this is going to be the entirety of the meal (no problem there… I love pizza) so we have 2 or 3 pieces each. Happy and close to full, we watched Alda remove the pizza only to bring out 3 more dishes! Of course, we eat a lot of each of these too. They were delicious. How could we not? So at this point we truly are full. This doesn’t stop us, however, from then having sugared strawberries for desert. Having finished those, we are content with our huge meal. Oh wait, then there is still a huge homemade tart to share and then 3 different types of ice cream to try. Those stereotypes about Italians loving their food- definitely true. And welcome about 3 pounds to my normal weight.
We also went out on Friday night which was… interesting. There were seriously girls dancing in cages at the dance club we went to and about 10 men for every girl present. Just walking around made me feel like I was putting myself on exhibition- all the Italian men are shameless about their staring at women (especially the American ones). It was fun though.
Saturday Melinda and I took a day trip to Genoa. In short, there isn’t a whole lot to see in Genoa, especially when everything is closed for Italian Liberation Day, and their transportation system is very confusing. Not to say it was a bad day. We had a lot of laughs (mainly at ourselves for missing 2 trains and getting on the wrong bus) and got to see where Christopher Columbus was born. Genoa is also on the coast so we got to be by the Mediterranean for a while. (Of course, we got gelato and frozen yogurt during our small trip as well).
Sulnday was a rainy day in Milan. We trudged through it to get more gelato, see a symphonic rehearsal at La Scalla, and browse a few more shops. Not too busy though very wet. Melinda and I then gathered all our things and headed to the airport. We nearly missed our flight (seriously the last people on the plane because they changed the gate without informing us English speakers). That brings us up to the present. I am back in Prague as I finish this blog. Less than 3 weeks until I’m home! Can’t wait!