My posts are completely out of order at this point. Here are the places I’ve visited in order, Reykjavik, Oslo, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Istanbul, Athens, Barcelona, Vienna, Salzburg, Munich, Interlaken, Bern, Milan, Venice, Florence and Siena.
While staying at my hostel in Milan, I tweet out that I am worried that I’ll be stabbed to death in my bed. My adorable friend Drew sends me a very worried direct message on Twitter. Not because he’s worried that I’ll be stabbed to death, but because he is so mortified that I am wasting one of my 90 days in Milan.
“Milan SUCKS! Why are you there? Just see the Duomo & get out. Milan works so that Italy doesn’t have to. Super industrial there.”
Well said Drew.
After embarking off the train, I take the subway. And then I get lost. Seriously lost. The hostel directions were missing key ingredients like 3 or 4 street names needed to get to the actual hostel. By the time I get to the hostel I’m almost in tears as my shoulder straps are off and my back is extremely sore.
As far as I can tell, I’m the only one staying at my “luxury” hostel, which itself is suspect. Then there are no locks on any of the doors and no lockers for your luggage, which is highly unusual. The sole hostel employee is a strung out Australian.
With only a couple hours to explore Milan, I head out as the snow dumps. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal if the zipper on one of my boots hadn’t broken that morning (thankyouverymuch Zappos and Seychelles), and I had to wear my Converse. Needless to say after an hour or two, my sneakers are soaked.
The next morning, I attempt to blow dry my sneakers and get them to the point they are damp and not soaked. Damp sneakers might have been fine except I need to stand in the Milan train station for nearly an hour in the cold waiting for them to post the platform number of my train. Which they did. Ten minutes after my train should have left. Oh, and there is a 90-minute delay. And I have no feeling in my toes. I use my delay to buy ugly boots. Which comes in handy as my train is delayed another 60 minutes.
Oh and the Duomo. It’s ok I guess.
Thanks for the memories, Godforsaken Milan.