So, my two weeks in Milan is nearly over. I had the chance to work from my company’s Italian office and spend some time in the city where people queue for their Gelato; where women wear perfume so that other people can actually smell it; where people even look better than me dressed up when they go for a dog walk—and they have a lot of dogs; where men are dressed in suites and women go for the key style of ankle free skinny jeans, sturdy shoes and leather jackets; where you consume espresso like having a shot of wodka in a bar; where the wine just tastes like heaven but a bottle in the supermarket still tastes like shit when it´s cheaper than 10€; where the handbag always shows a well-known brand; and where red traffic lights are just there to reveal the tourists who wait until it´s green. Even cars ignore that it´s red and you are feeling constantly pressured to get over the street as fast as possible or they will push you away.
I had a blast in this city. Every morning I walked through the beautiful Parco Sempione and watched all the crazy fitness people running around whilst I enjoyed the best pizzas, pastas and pastries every day and night. Still, this disappointed look in women’s faces when they looked at my bag and couldn´t find any label amused and scared me at the same time. The status of Europe´s Fashion Metropole definitely has it´s reason. Italians just know how to live the life. Every night I went out for Aperitivo, which is just the best thing about Milan. You pay more for your glass of wine (10€) but you are served with food constantly. Some places even have a proper buffet, but don´t load your plate with a Mount Everest of pasta, bruschetta or cheese: you will get weird look and people won’t understand your greedy behavior. Milan is about enjoying things: Fashion, drinks and food.
Oh, another hint. If you are looking for a cash point, you will definitely not get it by following the signs to an ATM. This actually stands for Azienda Trasporti Milanesi—The Milanese public transport company. You´ll get a ticket for the Metro but no bank notes. I thought this might be a bit of useful advice.
What else can I say? Milan is just full of beauty. The houses are pretty, the Cimitero Monumentale is just an art gallery in itself, Duomo just blows you away and the Castello Sforzesco and the Arco della Pace amazed me every morning and evening on my way to work and back. The alternative part Navigli is just the perfect place for bars, Sunday walks by the canals and exploring all the specialties of Italy which are sold on the Sunday market. But don´t expect to take a picture of a beautiful house without a beautiful car in the front… they are everywhere.
Next week I’m off to Sardinia and Rome—I cannot wait. One last week of holiday this year is waiting for me. Mi piace Italia.