Hello, everyone — it’s good to be back home! Milan was wonderful and it really whetted my appetite to experience other parts of Italy, but it’s so nice to sleep in my own bed again instead of on the cinder block that passed for a bed in our hotel.
I’m still trying to digest our experiences and clear my head from the jetlag, but I have managed to get around to posting pictures on flickr. Gil did, too, and we should have our captioning done soon, so check ‘em out! I’ll post more about our trip in the days to come, but need a little time to order my thoughts before I do.
We developed a liking for rugby, of all things, while we were there, so we just watched France kick New Zealand’s butt all over the field. I was rooting for the All Blacks, but hey — France won fair and square, as far as I can tell. (The game still doesn’t make a LOT of sense to me.) Now it’s time to scrounge up something for dinner before the LSU - Florida game and start thinking about what I could possibly cook tomorrow that doesn’t involve pasta or pizza.
Gelato IS as good as everyone says.
Horny teenagers are the same the world over.
It was a gray and drizzly Sunday in Milan, but we didn’t let that stop us! After napping for five hours when we got in yesterday (no sleep on the plane, unfortunately), and sleeping for ELEVEN hours last night (yay, Nyquil!), we set off to explore more of the city today. Milan isn’t really what I always imagined when I thought of “Italy” — quaint villages, winding roads (ok, they do wind a bit here, but not uphill or unpaved), open-air food markets, or areas that don’t resemble Paterson, NJ — but it IS a big, bustling city and enough like NY that we feel perfectly comfortable here. The architecture really is truly hideous in many cases, just like we were warned. The people are effortlessly stylish, which confounds us both, but Gil more so — I think he’s used to being one of the more attractive men on the mean streets of Ringwood. Me? I don’t worry about it so much, but I don’t think the women here like me. I’ve gotten some awfully judgmental stares.
Nothing much to say about the food yet. We got some crappy pizza at a tourist trap near the Duomo yesterday (You don’t say!), so I’m putting myself in charge of food from now on. Had the complimentary breakfast at the hotel’s restaurant this morning and haven’t eaten again yet. No pictures coming until we get home — something about size. I dunno. Gil’s the techie in this relationship.
We’re surviving without football through judicious applications of rugby, made more interesting by the fact that neither of us knows the first thing about the sport. Me: Oh, this is the sport where the guys pile up and push each other around! Gil: Yeah, and they can kick forward as part of regular play! Me: Oooooh, check out their legs! Gil: Shut up. So there you have it: In rugby, players do a lot of piling on and kicking with their large, muscular legs. And shut up. At least they can use their hands.
