Meee-lawn.

After lazily waking up the following morning, Liz, Amanda and I decided to take the typical touristy pictures out on the rocks in the bay. To top it off we wore our Ciao Bella shirts and our Italia hats. Since I am waayy into being a 'native' I was uber embarrassed, but it had to be done. We had to be tourists.



Following another couple hours laying in the Vernazza bay we got another gelato and headed to the train station. When we got there we realized that we missed our planned train to Milan. So we sat for two hours and I finished reading Pride & Prejudice on my phone and we pretty much just sat on our packs cause the ground was so nassssst.

When we finally got on the train it was packed to the maxipads. Seriously. We were sardines. We attempted to sit in a box, but then got kicked out by some mean people. So we had to sit in these seats that pulled out of the wall of the graffiti covered train. It smelled like poo-poo and people were everywhere. This lasted 3 hours. THREE HOURS.

When we were 10 minutes outside Milan the train was emptying so we ventured down to a different cab and found an empty box. We then proceeded to lift our spirits by closing the blinds, turning my phone on full speaker blast, and dancing to Mika. Definitely made my day better.

When we got off the train the entire city of Milan was dead. No one was there. No one was outside. We also find out that EVERYTHING Is closed in Milan. Even the place that has the Last Supper. Funny thing was that they had allowed us to purchase tickets for that day even though they were closed. So the whole reason we went was in the hole. I will probably never see the Last Supper everrrrrrr.




After dropping our packs off at our wonderful hotel (Hotel Sabrina) we went to the only place open: McDonalds. Worst decision ever. They charged me 10 euro for my meal which consisted of like nothing. Then they tried to kill me with nuts and didn't believe me that there were nuts in my Cornetto. I even had to ask the guy behind me in line if they were nuts, and after he confirmed that they finally gave me a new one.



Loathing Milan.

Yet again in poor spirits, we head back to the hotel and proceed to turn on the 'Euro-MTV' and dance around to europop while jumping on our beds.


If you are ever in Italy, don't go to Milan. Huge waste of time.