Atahotel Executive Milan

... marked, but ended up just wandering around. I got some pizza that was oh so delicious, then kept going and saw a building that kinda looked like a church. It was almost like a side entrance, but once inside I lost my breath again at how gorgeous it was. There were these high ceilings, all elaborately painted and decorated, and as I walked around I felt near tears again, like I had experienced in the Cremona church. I didn't have ...

... beat of my own drum.<br><br>Paris I felt was a frenzy of mixed beats, sometimes it seemed congruent, other times not at<br>all, it was discord, the people reacted to me the same as a yo-yo reacts to being yanked on, Irrationally!<br><br>Rome was a maintained but unfamiliar tone, whispering ghosts of the past mingling with<br>my present allowing a sort of conflict to take residence in my brain.<br><br>Florence was a burst of light, quick light feathery ...

... I finally got all 3 tickets, went back to retrieve my sandwich, and had to wait in line behind people who knew what they were doing. FINALLY I got my sandwich, and went outside to eat with John and Meghan. They had watched the whole thing and thought it was pretty funny, but I was pretty peeved. As we ate on the steps of the duomo I cooled off, and we headed off again. We went to the theater, but it cost money to get inside, so ...

After a light breakfast, we walked 10 minutes to Stazione Centrale (main train station &amp; transit hub), &amp; caught a hop-on, hop-off bus for a morning tour around Milan.<br><br><br><br><br>Spent about an hour at the magnificent Duomo, taking a brief walk around, thru &amp; on top of the huge building! <br><br><br><br><br>The surrounding Piazza and adjacent, commanding 'Galleria Vittorio Emmanuel ...

departed Brisbane on time, then 7 hrs to Singapore for a well-earned 1 hr stretch of the legs while the plane was refuelled.....then a further 7 hrs to Dubai where we had another welcome 4 hr break between flying.<br>Partook in some local 'culture' by feasting on a McDonalds "McArabian Chicken Burger" (see photo).<br><br>Amazing terminal with ...

... takes place in Italy I am sure you have seen the Vespas they use to get around. In fact, they do use mopeds to wade through heavy traffic, and they are awesome. I am determined now to get one when I come back to America for two reasons: - The get great gas mileage (upwards of 50 miles-to-the-gallon) - They look awesome - Welcoming families: I have had two host families so far, and both have them have been beyond belief. They have made me feel so at home ...

... man, woman and child in my neighborhood shops on a Sunday at noon. The checkout lines were about 30 - 40 minutes long. Maybe this is typical in the US but I haven't grocery shopped on a Sunday at noon in over 2 years. The store charges 0.04 eurocents for every shopping bag. Talk about encouragement to recycle! The language barrier wasn't that big of a deal. Between the little Italian I spoke and the little English the cashiers spoke we were able to understand ...

... get it and you have to book in advance (Just call them)<br><br>Strong reco ... it you are in Milan plan to watch a football match. Otherwise headout to a lake nearby in Alps and stay there for the night.<br><br>If none of this is possible, than please go to Milan before you head anywhere else in italy.It will make the trip better and more worthwhile.<br><br>Hey... note all of above is subject to you not going to Milan for shopping... <br>

... were pretty cool looking, not that I would wear any of them outside of a shoot. Give me jeans and a tee from Urban Outfitters, and Mateo is a happy man. Zina asked me what kind of clothes I wore. I must say, I really do not know. They were clothes. I am hard-pressed to describe them. I can describe the architecture and culture of Milan, and mix in humorous (I think?) anecdotes, but ask me about clothes, and I zone ...

... going to tell you what the weather was like. You know. So I hightailed it to the station and bid a fond adieu to Milano. On the way to Cinque Terre I saw an old woman feeding pigeons. I had seen her on the train earlier that morning. She was hunched over with age and dragged behind her a roller bag. The train pulled into the station at Genova and she disembarked. Through the window from my seat I first noticed the birds. Images of St. Mark´s Square filled my head and I ...