Sunday Febrero 15
11:36 p.m.
I've just returned from a delightful weekend in Italy. When Robert left last Monday, we agreed to meet somewhere this weekend, and ended up deciding on Milan. I left for the airport right after classes on Friday (around 8) and barely caught my 10pm flight to Barcelona. When I arrived there, I decided just to sleep in the airport and had to have been the only person there not on the airport cleaning staff. I curled up with my little suitcase and a little wine on the most uncomfortable hand-railed benches- very awkward. After a few hours I figured SURELY there had to be a more comfortable place to sleep and after some investigation discovered one lonely little row of un-handrailed benches in a quietish little nook. I woke up to a text message from my friend Vicky around 5:30 a.m. on her way back home from a night out in Granada, which worked out perfectly because there were a few problems with my check-in for my 6:20 flight to Rome, and I only just made that one. Finally around 10:50 a.m. I landed in Milan and was met by my smiling, scruffy bombero! (Who just happened to have a jar of an alternative brand Nutella and a spoon- Incredible!!) We took a bus into town and walked for ages until we found a hotel. (We later discovered that we hadn't even made it close to the city center). We dropped our stuff off and then walked around some more- beautiful streets with beautiful buildings- we had an amazing fried ball of cheesy something from a street vendor as well as some pizza (at this restaurant I tried to order a glass of wine and he brought out an enormous pitcher. It was hilarious), then later that night we went out for an absolutely incredible meal at a place called Ristorante Norman. It was beyond romantic and beyond delicious- plus in one candlelit corner, there was the cutest little painting on the wall of a cartoon tomato man. We split an incredible sundried tomato pasta thing, had a giant platter of mixed grilled meats and veggies, and then ordered two desserts. (A chocolate mousse on a hot crepe (the waiter called it a "hot crap" hahaha) and the most incredible dark gooey chocolate/peach tart. Amazing.
On Sunday we woke up early for breakfast then started sightseeing. We stumbled into this beautiful, elegant, romantic place full of cases upon cases upon cases of chocolates and pastries and cakes and pies and all sorts of good things. (We each had a glass of champagne and I got the best croissant of my life filled with a thick pistachio cream.) Then we wandered towards the duomo (pictured) and were both completely awe-struck at how enormous the inside was. We even got to hear a little bit of the mass from the cardinal! I dunked my fingers in the holy water in honor of Emily and Cara. After that we went to yet another cafe, this one on a secluded little street that was near a street market full of all kinds of crazy stuff. The place wasn't huge, but it was packed so we sat in the back room near the kitchen.
We ended up combining my spaghetti with meat sauce and his cheesy meaty calzone for yet another amazing meal. I absolutely love real Italian food. After that, it was about time for me to catch my flight so we said our sad goodbyes.
It is a miracle in itself that I made all 5 of my flights this weekend! I would avoid any Spanish airlines if you ever can, but highly recommend Alitalia- best flying experience I've had in years!
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I LOVE NUTELLA!!! Would you believe that I went an entire week in Paris with Nutella being offered to me every morning for my toast and I kept refusing it because I had never had it and thought it was weird? I'll never get that week back...
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