Our good friends had shared they were heading to Milan, and given how close and easy it was to get there from Zurich, they invited us along. The very next day my other friend and I bought our train tickets. She had an SBB train account, I had a Swiss credit card, we’d figure out the money later.
We met at a restaurant located in a really cool part of town that had a fun, funky vibe. They made their own pasta, which meant it was delicious, and we felt like true Europeans, sitting and talking and drinking wine for two and a half hours. The tiramisu was to die for, and Tony commented on what snobs we were, reserving our favorite tiramisu for Italy and our favorite creme brulee for France.
As the night progressed, we couldn’t help but notice that the patrons got younger and better looking. I knew Italians were good looking people overall but holy moly. Of all the traveling I’ve done, I’ve never seen a collective group of amazingly good looking people in one place. It was like a model bomb had exploded, and yes, I stole that line from Sex and the City.
We decided to check out the nightlife a bit further. We had already finished dinner at 11pm like good little Italians, and now it was time to continue the evening. We stumbled across what was literally the old entrance to a kingdom and found hundreds and hundreds of young Gucci models lounging amongst the ruins, solo cups of beer in hand. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. Except maybe in a Vogue magazine, of course, but how fun. To be partying amongst the stones and mortar of ancestors past.
We didn’t stay out too much longer given that (a) we were overdressed and (b) we were over 30, so we headed back to get a fresh start on the next day. On Sunday, after a shower, we were off. We wanted to try and see Da Vinci’s Last Supper painting, look at a castle and visit the Duomo before getting on the train home.
Upon arrival to the church where the Last Supper was held, we came to learn that we needed to reserve our tickets way in advance. I was stunned that one could not buy tickets that day, and realized that all sorts of tourists had conveniently purchased them through the end of the year. Good thing Milan is only 3.5 hours away, we would have to try again. We did, however, get to see some of Da Vinci’s original drawings as a consolation prize.
From there we headed to an old castle that was very wonderfully preserved. Tony explained that back in olden Italy, there were a variety of patron families that ruled the local cities. These families would fight against each other for power and land and therefore each had castles with walls, moats, etc. to protect themselves.
We finally made it to the Duomo and I cannot even begin to justify how magnificent this place was. Let’s just say it took 500 years to build – if that doesn’t give you a clue about it’s specialness, well then you just need to figure out a way to hang out for another 400 years. I mean America isn’t even 300 years old if that gives you a better understanding. It is the 3rd largest church in all of Christendom and even had preserved Cardinals and a crypt inside.
We finished off with some yummy Italian coffee treats, and headed back to the seventh layer of hell, I mean, Milano Central, to go back to Zurich. The train ride was uneventful and we had no issues what-so-over.
|I only look innocent
It was nice to be in the land of my people. I never felt more proud to be Italian to be honest and I feel so fortunate that I live so nearby – it just means I can explore my heritage that much more closely. It also cracks me up how much the stereotypes are true – Italians are loud, we talk with our hands, love food, border on inappropriate, and cannot control our temper – but hey, isn’t that why we are so loved??