Milan Tour

We took a full day tour of Milan with a guide named Donnatella because we only had one day to see it all.  We were out a good 12 hours and our feet were killing us right after.

Here’s  what we did and saw:

Rode an old trolley car

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Saw Leonardo

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and his beautiful Square and buildings which is now a shopping mall.
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Then there is a cool Unicorn on the floor of Leonardo’s building. Take three turns on the shoe of the unicorn with the heel of your shoe for good luck.

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The incredible Duomo

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By the way, we learned of a rich family named the Baromeos who helped finance this church.  Thought you’d like that one Maria since that is your last name! Decendent perhaps?

More gelato

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Leonardos and Sartinis Last Supper (I would have loved to talk more about it, but I’m soooo tired, I can’t stay up any longer!)  Sorry.

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Beautiful Medieval Churches with gorgeous frescos (paintings on plaster).

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Contemporary Art shops with pics of the Queen with a nose ring and Van Gogh doing a selfie.

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The Giant Finger, strategically placed in front of the Italian Stock exchange, but is meant to signify “Love”.

Little garden
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Back at the apartment we had an appetizer (bread, cheese, salamis) with our host. One minute he was fine and talking to us the next he was disappearing and making himself a steak. I think he was manic depressive. He was getting over a two year relationship with a girlfriend.
Bumpy plane ride to Frankfurt…Mary had a German beer on the plane.  It was HUGE. I had a red wine. We aren’t sitting together unfortunately. My ears need to pop. Ouch!

Going to get our car soon!

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….

 

 

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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.