Milano.
2009-10-14 @ 5:58 p.m.
Just posting some entries that I didn't before... This entry is not complete... maybe I'll complete it someday...
This is going to be a long one. It will span an entire week. Oi vey, I do not know if I can even write this. I have been putting off the task for days, but I know I have to write about it.
Milan:
I could not sleep the night before. I probably did not fall asleep til 2:30 or so and had to meet Manpreet at 5 AM to go catch our train. I am pretty sure over the course of that exhausting day of travel, we used every form or transportation possible, with the exception of boats and bicycles (if Manpreet knew how to ride a bike, bikes would have been involved). We took the train to Valladolid. We ended up having to take a cab to the airport because the bus left really late. We got to the airport and Manpreet ended up having to pay 40 euro to fix her mistake on her boarding pass. But come on, if you have a US passport, your nationality is USA. While we were waiting for the plane there was this grossly fat woman with horrible skin who looked like Peter Griffin trying to pass as a Spanish woman with pigtails. The woman was probably 40 and trying to rock pigtails. I do not think so. So I said something to Manpreet. From then on her and her equally foul friend would not stop staring at us. Not just glancing, but full on icy staring. I think that this staring possibly made this woman even more foul. We boarded the plane and in only a short 2 hours we were in Italy! We ended up taking the bus a grueling 45 minutes to Milan and then went on a trek to find the metro.
Once we found it, we got off in Piazza Duomo and were greeted by the most beautiful and welcoming site possible: the Duomo. The fourth largest cathedral in Europe and the most intricate and amazing structure I have ever seen. It is incredible. The piazza was absolutely covered in pigeons. It was quite disgusting and they are just so god damn stupid. There were people all over letting their children hand feed pigeons, which involved holding out corn and letting pigeons land all over them. Oh, hello some horrible disease. Come consume my child. Ew. It took us a while and a lot of walking around, and then finally conceding to go to the tourism office to find Andrea and Marco’s work. Then we spent a good fifteen minutes pussy footing around outside, too scared to go talk to them. Dummies. Eventually we got up the balls and went in and talked to them. We were starving and while waiting for them to get off work we went and had some amazing pizza. In fact, I had a lot of amazing food in Italy. I do not think that I will ever be able to eat pizza in the states again. There is just absolutely NO WAY it could be as good. No way. Andrea and Marco both ended up going home and leaving us to wander. We were so exhausted that we wandered for a while and fell asleep in front of some fountain. We figured out the metro and rode out to Andrea’s neighborhood to find his house, where I discovered just how much Indian men love to eye fuck Manpreet without any shame. It was disgusting and happened all fucking weekend.
When we arrived Andrea buzzed us in and we walked into the garden and there he is on his balcony looking like a little elf in a hooded blue bathrobe. It was beyond comical.