Life in Milano
Trip Start Aug 17, 2009
14Trip End Jan 01, 2010
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Well lets just say that I am pretty darn far flung. But in the era of Facebook, Skype, e-mail, blogs, it feels in some ways that comfort zones are now portable, is it still possible to escape our realities. On one hand, yes it is. The last week in Milan have been really nice but challenging. The 30 degree weather (Celsius of course) and the concrete jungle that is Milano has taken its toll on this Southern California girl. Hence the sleeping in until noon today, which all who know me know that I never do. But, I am finding that I am slowly growing to love the Italian lifestyle. I am finding that my map is my best friend. I got my first Milan shopping experience under my belt and managed to not break the bank. I went to a pub to watch the big futbol game, inner vs. outer Milan. It was a little disappointing because the team that everyone wanted to win got there butts handed to them
The next day a few friends and I went back up to Lake Como. For five euro and a day out of the city, you cannot beat it. It is the closet thing to a beach that I can get to. And let me tell you, it was as enchanting the second time as the first. We got to the central station around eleven thirty in the morning and bought our tickets and tried to find the platform for our train. It was not up on the screen and could not find it anywhere. At this point, I have learned to say "Where is" in Italian, but can't always follow their directions. So I went to the information office and the guy held my hand and explained to me that it was on "Otto, otto" which of course I immediately recognized as eight....haha. We went to a small town call Belagio, yes, the town that inspired the Belagio in Las Vegas. The way that an Italian can tell an American is that we are allegedly really loud, and that we are. We were hushed on the train up to Como by a local. A minor hiccup in a glorious day. We took the ferry to Belagio, armed with only a travel guide from the information center. We of course got lost but stumbled upon a church where I lit a candle for my Mom and family. Then ran into a old fishing village, a little slice of heaven. We had a glass of wine sitting on a dock soaking in the crisp air and the vast Swiss Alps. We were the only ones there
The next day I finally moved into my housing! Some of the people from the hostel are living Spaudolini with me. At 7am we trekked the four mile walk from our hostel to our residence with all of our stuff. After about a hour, taking breaks and getting lost, we made it. The residence is about a ten minute walk from campus. I walked into my room to find a Rolling Stones poster and a map of the underground in London. I added a surfing poster, thanks to Jenny, to the great collection. I feel like a little girl, I've been cutting out pictures from a surfing magazine to decorate my room. I met my roommate, her name is Corrine and she only speaks a little English. I told her no more English, all Italian. My two other roommates are Italian boys. I haven't met them yet, but Corrine tells me that they cook! Corrine is from Naples and she invited me to go home with her in October, so we are going to buy tickets soon! She told me that she would take me on her boat and we will go dancing! The culture is so rich here. Corrinne made me dinner last night. A dish that her mother makes everyday because that is all that her brother will eat...sounds like my brother! It was wonderful. The table is outside on our balcony in the summertime. We chatted as best as we could and I had her teach me some Italian words. All of which I have forgotten. Tonight it is my turn to make dinner. I am making her a traditional Southern Californian dish, Chicken Quesdilla. Oh yes, San Diego at its finest. The roommates always eat dinner together, and take turns making dinner
I met a girl from Sydney a few days ago, we chatted for four hours about life, Milan, travel, boys. A girl that I just met not even an hour before. The bonds that I am forming here are none like I have ever formed.
Last night Cristina, the girl I met from Sydney, David, and I went to an appertivo and as we were walking there these boys came up to us asking if we spoke English. I looked at one of the boys and immediately recognized him as a guy that I had gone to high school with! He is a Bocconi exchange student as well! I haven't seen him since I graduated! He surfs too, so we are planning a surf trip to the South of France sometime in early October! What makes the story even crazier is that when I went to the Italian Consulate to get my Visa, I met a guy who also was going to Bocconi in the fall and ends up that he is my friend from high school (Kellen)'s roommate! What a small world! I love you all and will write soon!