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... old architecture all contribute to Milans great beauty!
Once I met with Kate we decided to visit an Italian patissier and get a croissant! they were so delicious and a perfect way to start the day! As we do we went shopping and tried out best to communicate with the locals, always a fun venture.
For lunch we had the most amazing location of the roof top bar ...
... quite beautiful, as is all the Italian architecture! I waited in the train station and surly enough Katie and I found each other both with one hand in the air, (our mums trick we have inherited for large crowds hahah!!!) This was my second trip into the city of Milan and Kate's first, it was fun to see her reaction of the city! Its truly a stunning city!
After heading back into the heart of the city, the Duomo, ...
... me (Andrea is a guy!) They have arranged one of the suites for me with great view. I can't get my arms down when I open the door. Check out the pics!
So theme of today is wellbeing, with my QC terme ticket in my hand, I make my way to the SPA.
Bathrobes and slippers are walking around the arch hallways of this little SPA pearl! Doors open into a big hall ...
As I arrived at my new
home for the first time, it hit me. The reality that I would not be
home for close to a years time smacked me in the face like a flying
dodge ball in the middle of P.E. Class. Sleeping was close to
impossible. Heart ache was ripping my body apart from head to toe and
do not get me started on trying to eat. It was the first moment in my
life I have ever thought “why have I chosen to do this?” and ...
... t make it to the second pedal before the bike rocks vigorously and I am forced with urgency to place it back to earth. Time caught up to itself, and my heart raced. All my courage had been spent, and the bike was returned back. As I exited the barn, I looked back over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of the bikes conversing and in fact gloating. My third attempt was unavoidable. My hosts were to have dinner, as they did every Saturday, at their aunt’s house. And this ...