For the past month I've been working on the Russian interface when using this blog software, and now that I'm in Milan, everything is in Italian. Funny, but driving into Milan seemed like coming home, that's how much more similar Italy is to North America than Russia.
I went to take a taxi to my hotel, but the driver told me it would be 75 euros, and I wasn't that desparate, so found a bus for 5 euros and then took a taxi for another 10...I have to do the reverse in the morning, and early, and my only glimpse of Milan will have been from bus or taxi windows, as I'm not inclined to wander around my neighbourhood on my own.
The city does have a nice feel to it, although even at 8 pm as I drove in things seemed shut down. There must be sections of the city that are a bit more lively than what I saw, but maybe not. But there is that good feel in the air, despite 29 degrees celcius.
I'm putting off getting into the shower for as long as possible. No tub in this room, but I'm alone!, the room is clean, clear hot water pours out of the taps, and my bed has sheets with a bearable threadcount.
The Italian music on the radio in the background is a bit over the top, but I've got my iPod...
Oh, I just sashayed through customs at the Malpensa airport; I went through some doors that said EU residents only, and the bored customs agent stamped my passport without looking. It was all too easy. I hope they let me out again tomorrow.
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