Made it to Milano

Greetings from Milano,

What a city this is but more on that later. After the last post it was off to Foggia from Rodi del Gargano which is roughly an hour or so but only takes 45 minutes when you’re flying 160+. Arrived slightly early and the train was late which supposedly is quite common. Roughly 7 hours, 2 gigabytes of data and 2 sore thumbs later I arrived in Milan.

The train station is chaotic and you quickly realize you’re in the fashion capital of the world, or one of them. I was wearing all these old clothes with clashing black hues; yeah it was special. I was going to buy tickets to Bologna as I’ve got two rounds of golf their next week but there were all these creeps hovering around. It’s the pickpocket game.

They have NO reason to be there and come offer you help using it while someone else swipes you or the like; that’s not gonna work on this old dog. Hit the metro, then a bus, then got lost and found myself in a skate shop. He hooked up the directions and then I was there. I’m in this apartment with some other bloggers with 20+ foot ceilings overlooking some square whose name I have yet to research.

This is an interesting city and I’m going to by some new shoes. Shoes are a theme here, yes? I used to collect Jordans but the Shoe Gods have cursed me. I always buy shoes that fit amazing when in the store and five hours later stretch out too big. Life is too short to wear ill fitting footwear. That or I buy ones that feel tight and figure they’ll stretch but they never do, why?!

You can drink beers on the street here and everyone seemed incredibly helpful. Supposedly Rome is the city of churches and Milan is the city of banks. Someone mentioned that and I’m seeing banks everywhere and I mean you go to one machine and it doesn’t work, fear not there is another across the street. The fridge has lots of cured meats and I’m far from cured when it comes to my salty meat addiction.

It’s late and this Italian beer is near done.