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Published: July 24th 2008
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When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that's Milan....
Well I thought nothing could top Athens but then I went to Milan. You all know me. I'm kinda dry. Very straightforward. Don't really exaggerate.
Picture this in your mind. Natashia exiting her hotel with the intent of running across the street to grab something from the cafe for breakfast. I'm in my uniform dress, waiting for a break in the morning traffic to allow me to cross. As the cars slow for me, I begin across the street, carefully since I'm in the required heels and I don't want to bust my ass in Milan like I did on Montgomery Street in San Francisco not so long ago. And then, like I'm in a pantyhose commercial, I swear, no lie, one man rolled down his window and yelled, "Ciao Bella!" and another guy riding by on his bike, I shit you not, rode past me and did a double take. Turned around like in the movies. Like if there was a telephone pole in front of him, he would have hit it. And here I am running across the dam street like I'm in a
Hanes commercial. I was waiting for the man on the bike to come back to me with a bouquet of flowers. "When a man you've never met before suddenly gives you flowers..."
In Milan, I am the shit. I am not the shit anywhere else but let me tell you, in Milan, I'm like a supermodel. I began to realize this when I exited the airplane and the first person that greeted me said nothing to the 7 female flight attendants I was with but greeted me with, "Buon giorno Bella! Bellisima!" I was kind of flattered but didn't think much of it until I got out into the airport and it continued! Italian men were making crazy eye contact with me. Heads were turning. And dam if some of them weren't HOT!
See, you people think I'm lying. But look back on my other posts. Have I ever made mention of being a supermodel in Moscow? Madrid? NO. But I'm thinking of moving to Milan for a month. If I do, watch out, I may swear off American men forever.
The captain and first officer made big plans for the group of us to go to
Lake Como for the day. Lake Como is apparently where George Clooney has his home and the Pope vacations in the summer. When Brad Pitt goes to stay with George Clooney, he's going to Lake Como. While we were checking into the hotel, everyone agreed to meet in the lobby after a couple hours. But at the specified time, only the two pilots and a French flight attendant named Coco showed up. Woohoo! You know what that means! Natashia doesn't have to spend any Euros. That's what I'm talking about! I likey likey small groups and pilots with big egos that are insulted when poor flight attendants attempt to pay.
We set off for Lake Como which involved planes (to Italy), trains (to Lake Como), and automobiles (to the train station). In one day, I had planes, trains, and automobiles! At the train station, everything was in Italian and the pilots fumbled around trying to find our train but I saw the policeman and went over to ask him which train was the one for Lake Como. The policeman, bless his heart, in his LIMITED ENGLISH, managed to ask me if those were our husbands. I told him no,
Mangiamo!
My food. :) that we worked together and were visiting and trying to go to Lake Como. And dam if he didn't, in his LIMITED ENGLISH, ask me, "Why do you go to Lake Como? When if you stay there is dinner... there is dancing... Why do you go?" WHY DID HE SLIP ME HIS NUMBER?? And his email so I could instant message him from the States? Officer Marco was a big pimp is what he was. He was kinda cute tho. Cute little Coco was convinced at that point. She said that we have to go back to Milan and that she will not go without me. And Coco is no slouch. I'm telling you. Supermodelosity.
The train ride was beautiful. Who doesn't dream of riding a train through Italy? Especially with two bottles of wine. When we got to Lake Como the sky opened up and it rained cats and dogs on us in eighty degree weather and we ran into the nearest cafe to eat and drink wine, and wait out the storm. It was the kind of thing you'd want to do with a loved one as it did have a romantic feel to it. Lake Como
lived up to it's reputation and is truly breathtaking. Once the storm passed and the sun shone through the clouds, it was remarkable.
Afterward, we still had time to visit Duomo di Milano (Milan Cathedral), which is where I really wanted to go originally. There are no words. Coming up the subway escalator, the Duomo gradually appears until you see the entire cathedral and it is spectacular. I can't even describe it. I have to return to Milan just to be able to spend more time touring. We were fortunate in that there was a free concert that evening in the courtyard in front of the Duomo, so we got some gelatto and found seats to wait for the concert to begin. When that choir began singing, a hush fell over the entire plaza and the only thing I heard was the most beautiful sounds of their voices in the night air, and it gave me chills even though the evening was still warm. At that moment, I fell in love with Milan.
I wished I was not there with two pilots and Coco, but instead sharing that moment with another. So to all of you reading, I
hope that you can experience what I have and that you are able to experience it with the one you love.
4MLMP
**Useless sidebar** If you're wondering why I always have on dam near the same outfit always it's because the shirts don't wrinkle and I can throw them on and they work well in hot and cold weather.
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Maravilloso
It's so fortunate you are able to travel the world, and for little or NOTHING. You look great and everything is all well in your world. You are living your dreams, and DAYUM I can't believe you had some REAL, REAL Italian food. I can smell the sauce!