I also left my waterbottle there. Le sigh.
Florence train station was pretty easy to navigate, but the delays on the train were annoying (and caused K & D to miss their connecting train!!). I love myself a solid European train ride, so I just put on my music and watched the scenery for 2.5 hours.
I successfully navigated the Milan metro with a suitcase in tow to head to my hostel at Yellowsquare Milan. I splurged and got myself a private room for the first time in a hostel. I enjoyed sharing rooms Lauren on this trip, but man, it was fantastic to get some space all to myself. ;) Not to mention AC and an ensuite.
I was ravenous after the journey and got a quick little snack called "Trapizzino". It's originally from Rome and was visioned as a type of pizza street food. Think of it like a pizza taco. It was perfect. Crunchy bread, delicious eggplant. Justπ.
I had very little energy but the hostel had an English language stand up comedy show that I decided to check out. 2 glasses of wine and a lot of laughs later ended my evening.
The next day I explored Milan solo. Something about walking in a European city made me feel both romantic and nostalgic for my time living in London. I took the metro and a bit of a walk to get to the "Museo Nazionale della Scienza e della Tecnologia Leonardo da Vinci"... or the National Science and Tech museum. Milan is HOT (38 degrees in the afternoon) so I thought a cooler museum would be a good use of my time.
It really was a random museum. There were things like a replica of an old pharmacy, the world's first tortellini machine, a section on space, an area on telecommunication, Volta's first battery, giant ships and airplanes in full size, and a whole wing about Leonardo Da Vinci.
It showcased a history of his life alongside replicas of his machines. Unfortunately a lot were reproductions, as I think more of the original documents (if they still exist and are available to the public) are housed in his museum in Florence.
There were some cool art exhibits, like one where you spoke into a microphone and it kicked out the word as a visual representation, and another called "Socio Cromie: 100 Anni in 25 colori". I really liked this one, as it appraled to the modern history nerd that I am. Each piece had a colour associate to a different movement or moment in time. Such as a shade of white for "White collar" (1911 - indicate the start of business class workers), a light brown for the "Brown Shirts" (1921 - first paramilitary member of the Nazi party), or a golden colour for the "Ballon d'or" (1956 - award for the euro footballer of the year). It went all the way to the "Red Zone" in relation to the Covid-19 pandemic.
After the museum, I grabbed a panzo as a snack and headed to Via Torino, a shopping area near the Duomo. I browsed the air conditioned store, determined to score some less expensive Milan fashion. Well guess what they had there... a primark! Primark is like the British version of Old Navy/H&M and of course I found some cute items there. You can take the girl out of Lewisham but not the 'sham out of the girl. π
I then went to meet up for a walking tour I found on Guru (tour website). One of those "pay what you want tours". The guide was great, but I was fading fast. I only lasted for half the tour, but saw an old hospital that is now a university, learned some things about the Visconti family (Milan's version of Florence's Medicis) and a bit about the Duomo.
Some highlights that I can remember:
- The statue at the top of the Duomo is made out of gold and protects the city of Milan. There was a rule that nothing could be higher than her. But you know that didn't stick, so now if a building is higher than the Duomo, it has a replica of the statue at the top of it.
- Saint Ambrose, one of the patron saints of the city, is often depicted with a whip in his hand in statues which indicates his "assertiveness".
- Mythology states that the patriarch of the Visconti family killed a dragon/snake thing that was eating children. He became a hero to Milan. All around Milan are pictures of the snake eating a child -- it's even on the Alfa Romeo logo (that's not a red tongue sticking out of the snake π).
I left the group tour at the Duomo which is hella impressive. It took 600 years to build and you can tell. One regret I had was not going inside. Ah well, a reason to return!
I got back to the hostel and was reunited with Rob for dinner (he had done his own solo day exploring car museums). I was craving gnocchi so we used some impressive detective skills (google), found a highly rated one about 30 mins away and headed to it.
Restaurant Da Oscar did NOT disappoint. It was packed but we luckily grabbed the last seat inside. Surrounded by pictures, chatt italians and even some framed Mussolini quotes (still can't get over that) - we shared some wine, good convo, and amazing caprese & gnocchi (possibly my fav meal I had). A random accordion player and his trombone friend popped in to serenade the few tourists in the restaurant which was a nice surprise.
We decided to grab a cocktail before heading back and unfortunately missed the last metro. We ordered an uber and in a very miscalculated step, ordered another drink at a new bar while we waited. We made the uber, but drank our drinks in about 2 minutes. ππΉ
I left Milan the next morning. The flight home was stressful because Air Canada was a complete shit-show, but my luggage and I made it back in one piece. Arrivederci Italy, thanks for all the memories you've given me.
CIAO BELLA.