24 Hours in Milan

22 Feb
Meep Meep!

Meep Meep!

After traveling all night, we touch down in Milan at 8am. By the time we clear customs, pick up an Italian SIM, and board the train, it’s after 10am. We drop our bags at our apartment just around the corner from Piazza Duomo and quickly make our way to a lunch of pizza and beer in a basement, it was like high school, but better, much better. Forget that shredded bulk “cheese” and freezer burned sausage (that’s probably mostly soy anyway), these melted mounds of mozzarella and halved balls of sweet sausage are what pizza is all about. Where was this when I was in high school? Why did they let me eat that frozen crap?

We stumble down the road a little further to Pasticceria Marchesi where, drunk on exhaustion, we order two cappuccinos, an espresso macchiato, and latte macchiato. The caffeine jolted our bodies to function, but our minds remained in a fog.

A valiant battle against sleep.

A valiant battle against sleep.

At Santa Maria delle Grazie, home of “The Last Supper” and Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II we began the circus tradition of handstands around the world, only pausing our antics to shop my favorites, Prada and Chanel. We battled jet lag valiantly, employing tactics like, walking the streets briskly, caffeine, more caffeine, conversation, and accepting the chill of dusk without a jacket. Until, at long last, our 7:30pm reservation at the Michelin Star touting Vun arrived. Even at the table, our battle was not over. My eyes felt heavy, my head swayed, my hands struggled with the lumbering silverware, but the food, oh, the battle was well worth it. We found our way to bed by 9pm, nearly twelve hours later we finally woke and made our way to the train station. The past 24 hours had been a blur, a magnificent, pizza and coffee fueled blur.

From a collection of journal entries and notes I keep to better recall places for later writing. 

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