6 Hours in Milan - Thoughts

 Despite having lived in Spain for almost seven - yes, seven - years, I am actually not very well travelled. I've been on holiday to all sorts of places, but they were all (honestly, are still) organised by someone I'm going with. This was until a family holiday to Greece that started for my family a few days earlier than it started for me. This meant that I had to make my way to the small town of Parga in northwest Greece from the small town of Pontevedra in northwest Spain on my own. It was on this journey - which went from foot, to train on day one, to plane, to an eight (?) hour layover in Milan, to another plane, to a taxi, to another overnight stay in an air BnB in Corfu where I was convinced I was going to die, to a ferry and another taxi on day three - that I relised spending more money on a flight is definitely worth it. 

Anyway! It is the layover that gave me more than enough time to breathe that I remember most. As I flew with Ryanair, I actually landed in Bergamo instead of Milan but I'd never heard of that so I decided to take the bus into Milan. I had plenty of time to kill, but not enough to check if there was anywhere at the airport to leave my bags apparently. So, I took them with me. A terrible idea considering it was the start of summer, I was wearing 100% synthetic material and I run hotter than the sun.

All of these factors mixed with the stupidly long journey led me to the following thoughts or things I noticed as I sat in front of the Duomo in the centre of the city, politely trying to avoid talking to the homeless man who had decided to settle down near me by burying my head in my notebook. 

- I'm poor
- Aperol is everywhere
-It is a city made for people to put on Instagram - you can't really see anything because there are too many people standing in front of things taking photos of themselves.
-You can't wander aimlessly
-I'm poor. 
-What is the people-to-pigeon ratio?
-The same man has taken the same photo of his friend about 200 times*
-I'm in the background of at least 500 strangers' Instagram photos
-An American getting angry about the morality of a CHANGE shop - police were called (lunch and a show)
-I'm so used to mild confusion in Spanish that I'd completely forgotten what it's like to be completely confused in another language.
-I'm poor!
-*300 times 

-The metro is a piece of piss
-Boyfriends have been told to "dress nice" but only seem to know how to do it so it is blatantly clear they always skip Leg Day.
-Olive paté is the shit
-The seats directly next to me have definitely been rejected because I look poor.
-Vanity is a sin
-Everyone hates pigeons until they're in front of a pretty building - if you can whistle and have a handful of seeds, you've got a business.
-A girl was really feeling herself as she posed for countless photos until she was ploughed into by a pigeon. Head shot. I laughed a bit too loudly.
-So many nice handbags
-How haven't I been hit by a pigeon?
-I haven't slept enough for this
-Louis Vuitton with Louboutins!
-I'm pOoR
-Maybe I should learn how to pose
-Is it okay to get annoyed at someone for posing for their photo in the back of yours while you're probably in the back of somebody elses?
-Guided tours are the worst
-People love an old building
-Apparently I look like someone who knows where she is or where places are
-Seen about 20 McDonald's
-Waiters that do absolutely nothing and tell you their astablishment is cash only - after you've drunk two beers - expect a tip.
-Toilets aren't free
-Two tiny beers - that were mostly head - cost 16€! - I AM POOR!

I think that list pretty much sums up my six hour experience of Milan. I'm not convinced I'll be back in a hurry.