Day 8 Florence to Milan

image Thank heavens we are out of this apartment today. I’m allergic to something in here…and so is Mary. I think it’s mould. Tonight should be interesting…we are sharing part of a house.

  1. imageDid a bit of shopping at Ponte Vecchio (first bridge) and bought Frick some Pandora charms of Italy. Bought Bobo some postcards of Firenze and 2 Christmas ornaments.

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Writing my blog on the Frecciarossa train. Mary got us Business class tickets. The seats are leather and super comfortable. The waiter popped open a bottle of champagne for us. We are going about 300 miles per hour on this train. So FAST!!! Love it.

Arrived in Milan and met our host Rodolpho. I think he’s weird. Mary & I didn’t realize AirB&B meant we were sharing a place (until it was to late to do anything about it).  I think he was suppose to provide us with breakfast.

I almost died when we got there and all I could smell was cigarette smoke. That isn’t going to help my lung situation. Seriously thought we should leave and try to find a hotel, but there is a furniture design convention in town and I knew the pickings would be slim and terribly expensive. We were stuck and would have to make the best of it. We had a full day tour the next day and would t be in the apartment long anyway. At least our room didn’t smell.

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We went to an interesting part of town near canals. It was a lively place with lots of young people and outdoor cafes. For $10 euros we got a drink and buffet. Should have taken a pic. But I didn’t. Sorry. Lots of appetizers, salad, pasta and more. We thought that was a great deal until we got the shitters shortly thereafter. Crap! Mary was first. Then me. Had to find a place fast and get a coffee so we could go to the bathroom!

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Found this handsome Italian dude….

 

 

image imageBridges….

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I found a lovely, tres moderne lady on a slim canvas which I bought. There were some art shops around which we meanders though.

 

imageOne guy’s stuff was amazing….so realistic. He told me he studied the masters in school. It was pretty funny when I starting talking in Italian. The men always wanting me to keep talking to them because they were trying desperately to figure out where I was from. I think I amused them. Bru told me that while I was in Italy, my pronunciation was something akin to a peasant. Well, they loved it. Most of the people I met in Firenze and Milano were Calabreze which is where my parents are from. It was great. I felt at home. Whenever someone was firing something in Italian to her she would say, hang on a minute. Come find me and then I became translator.  Was fun.

 

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