So in early December I had a week off from work (love Spanish holidays), so I packed up my bags and headed out to Italy, what what!! I found a super cheap flight to Milan, and since I hadn’t been to that part of the country, I figured I would check it out. Now, I am a complete romantic; I fall in love easily when I travel. I swear every new city I visit, I decide is my new favorite, and as I walk around I try to imagine possible ways I can move there. Seriously, I have a problem. However, I did NOT have that problem in Milan. I only spent a few days in the city, the rest of the time in the north, but from what I saw, it was really great, but there was no way I could imagine moving there, especially compared to so many of the incredible other Italian cities I’ve been to.
I had a great time, and I’m glad I can cross it off my list. I was so happy I finally got to see the famous Duomo (cathedral). Climbing to the top and walking around the roof and buttresses was something I had been dreaming about for years. As a complete history nerd, I get tingles when I see such famous architecture up close and personal. So from this you can probably imagine the minor heart attack I experienced while getting to see Da Vinci’s Last Supper up close and personal for the first time!! Swoon! Only a certain number of visitors a day are allowed to go inside the Chiesa di Santa Maria delle Grazie to see the Cenacolo Vinciano, so its recommended to buy your tickets online in advance here. You are allowed inside for only fifteen minutes, and trust me, the guards will shove you out if you try to linger. Talk about unfriendly.
On my second day I had my most HILARIOUS encounter with a European man to date! Seriously, I wouldn’t write about this under normal circumstances, but I will make an exception because it is to ridiculous and funny not to share. It was around 8 in the morning and I was barely awake stumbling around the city trying to get to my appointment to see the Last Supper. I had my nose buried in my map trying to orient myself when I heard a loud slur of Italian and then someone quickly grab my ass. I looked all around with my mouth hanging open like a fish out of water just in time to see a vespa wizz past me carrying two Italian men. As I made eye contact with the guy on the back, he blew me a kiss. Seriously, Italy? It was way to early for that kind of nonsense; I hadn’t even had a coffee yet! Did I mention the whole two men on the back of a scooter? Why does this kind of stuff always happen to me?
Other highlights include visiting the Castello Sforzesco, a large castle with a beautiful park and gardens behind it, eating my way through Milan, exploring the fashion district and peeping in the windows of stores like Dolce and Gabbana (I’m pretty sure I would have been thrown out if I had tried to actually go inside-you don’t smell wealthy, fashionable, and important), and walking around the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, where I accidentally paid 8 euros for a cappuccino. Seriously, who charges that much? Apart from that, I am going to make a sweeping statement and say that all the streets in Milan are dirty and look the same, and I actually felt unsafe walking to my hostel at night. I don’t think this relationship would work out in the long term. On my last night in Italy, waiting for a shuttle to the airport hotel, I ended up meeting a Brazilian model based in Milan and hanging out for the night. Swoon #2. Guess Milan wasn’t a total bust!
7 Comments on “Ciao Milano”
Totally agree with you guys! Milan was definitely overwhelming. im glad I went but dont know when Ill be making a return trip haha. I definitely want to check out that part of Italy around trento. I was gonna maybe do it on this trip, but i ran out of time and funds 🙁 next time next time. glad you like my pics
I visited Milan last year, and if I had to sum it up in one word, I would choose “overwhelming.” It’s such a sprawling, imposing city, and somewhat surprising in it’s no-nonsense hustle-and-bustle if you’ve discovered other parts of Italy first.
While I prefer quieter parts of Northern Italy (esp. Trentino-Alto Adige!), there are beautiful sections of the Milan and your photos highlight that. Love the first shot of Sforzesco!
Well, in fact I do adore everything which is related to Italy… except some places in the North which are more European than Italian. And that is the case of Milan, the less Italian of the Italian cities I’ve been to. I visited it after Rome, Venice, Florence or Siena, so I felt a little disappointed though I loved the Duomo and the castle.
Anyway, don’t worry abour the Vespa affair. It’s Italian blood. A friend of mine was a Erasmus student in Padova and, as a Spaniard, she was supposed (by Italians, of course) to be damm hot. Nevertheless, Italian girls are kind of shy, so the guys consider foreigners as easy preys.
hahaha love the vespa story! I studied abroad in Italy and trust me, that’s normal there. Spanish men might sometimes get excessive with their piropos, but at least they don’t touch you!