Leonardo Da Vinci Milan

... just turning around and coming back home, but when I got there I changed my mind and figured I'd find a really good place to eat then come back. The train station is in the new part of the city, but the old part is up on a hill, and as I was walking towards it I felt a desire to go up and have a look around. I came across a gondola sorta thing, and went on that to get up the incredibly steep hill. I had grabbed a map with a couple ...

... need to make my way to Milan. And inform my friends friend that I will be late, and all without shedding a tear. Good Grief. <br>Regardless I did make it, to Milan by 5:30 to have Andrea meet me at the train station, what a relief that I didn&#8217;t have to go searching for another route after the morning I had. Just that stress and sitting on a train for a good 5 hours were enough to render me exhausted. (Milan reminds me of Toronto to be honest. Not in ...

... Festival was set up outside the rear walls of the castle all of that week).<br><br><br><br><br>Wonderfully simple sidewalk lunch of crepes, and fresh fruit containers, not to mention the obligatory gelato!<br><br><br><br><br>Back to hotel by 2.30pm, with just enough time for a quick rum, before being collected (this time!) and whisked to the airport for our first main port of call....Palermo, Sicily!

... service company......and we waited....and waited....and called after-hours local numbers to no avail.....until after over an hour, we decided to take the much cheaper shuttle bus service to our hotel, where we arrived, completely exhausted around midnight! Collapsed for about 6 hours sleep in a horizontal position for the first time in ages!

... chicken one for the four of us to share between us. Before long we are being given appetisers and glasses of champagne (fruit juices for me) on the house - the manager comes over to talk again and asks Alex and Zied to translate to English for me and John so that he can communicate with us too - it was a really friendly and inviting place to be. The evening goes on with a natural flow - we talk to Zied and Alex about travel and life in North Africa - it ...

... 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>

... experience had deteriorated to the point where it had wrapped around and become hilarious and awesome again. Eventually Natalie found us, and it turned out that she loves us. We stayed there for three nights and kicked it live. We met her extremely Italian roommate, whom they call Mama Titi. She was characteristically brash and loud and awesome, constantly (yet good-naturedly) upbraiding Natalie in Italian. So maybe they're ok in small doses.

... why I thought Rome would be different. Again, every hostel was fully booked. I thought this is ********. But then I ate some chicken and brushed my teeth and realised that it probably wasn't meant to be and I should roll with it. So I took the next sleeper train heading north, which brought me to Milan. I decided to spend a day wandering Milan and found out that Da Vinci's 'Last Supper' is here, so I set off to find it. When I found it I discovered you ...

... to see one of the projects our coordinator, Marco Delle Torre worked on. Basically, it was a giant green caterpillar, that resembled a Thanksgiving Day float, and it just sat on top of Super Studio (the place to be during the Salone). We tried to get into Super Studio, but they weren't letting anyone else in, so we just ended up walking around the canal area. It was still a great night, and to have the opportunity to ...

... My dad's one vice in life might be to enjoy a great quality shoe, one that fits like a glove and looks like it was molded on his feet, and he found this cherished ideal at Milan's Bruno Magli. My mom, forever a petite size had the perfect body for a multitude of Italian couture, one of a kind. Branded in my brain is a foray to a leather shop where she tried on a 60's must, suede pants, and I achingly longed to be able to fit in a pair as ...