We take advantage of the strong wi fi connection which has been so hit and miss in some countries and book our accommodation for the next week ahead. Feeling a little more organised we begin to make tracks for Italy. Before we do though, we drive to the Lion Monument (or the Lion of Lucerne) for a quick look as we missed this on our adventures yesterday.
Once we knock this off our list we head through the Swiss Alps to Lake Como.
Anton sat in the seats of AC Milan legends Franco Baresi and Paulo Maldini and imagines himself getting ready for a major match like these superstars did. Would I be a WAG then?
Both of the change rooms are very different in their presentation and layout, the AC change room has individual, allocated leather seats, similar to those of a luxury motor car. While Inter Milan just have benches with no allocated seating as the team ethos is for players to mingle and interact as they please.
As we drive into Milano centre to our hotel, we notice we haven’t had any striking signs of Tom’s presence like we had earlier in the trip. By this stage, Tom was planning on heading off doing a tour with a travel group. I wonder if he is doing just that now.
We eventually get to our hotel, it’s central and a bit flash, Italian style flash, looks similar to a hotel you would expect Franco Cozzo to style. The difficulty for us has been requesting the extra amenities: car park, wi if and breakfast are all a must in our searches and this dramatically narrows the options. Of course booking this last leg so late hasn’t helped either.
Rick Steves and trip advisor have been put to serious use on this holiday. Our hotel is called hotel Vittoria a four star hotel in a brilliant location. Rooms are small but not as small as we were expecting from reading reviews. There isn’t enough room to swing a cat but really, who needs to swing a cat in a hotel?
We settle in and manage to score an Italian adaptor from the concierge, it’s just “on loan” -note to self: must remember to give this back when we leave but might just accidentally forget too (adaptors have been like trying to find gold).
We take a yonder around the streets, close to where we are staying and learn that Milan’s specialty is risotto and cotoletta. Each region of Italy is famously known for it’s own cuisine and the concierge recommends a cosy, traditional restaurant to enjoy a big plate of risotto.
The meal is yum just like a home cooked one, reminds me of my mother in laws cooking, she is one hell of an Italian cook.
It is when we stroll our surroundings that we learn Milan’s style is all it’s talked up to be, there is not a crease to be seen on any of the materials worn by the clean cut locals.
Regardless of age, the men and women are flawless, the long thick luscious locks (men and women) flow around their chiseled tanned faces and their pearly whites are blinding, they have perfect bods to match the look too.
The men look most dapper in white or navy suits, with pocket squares and shirt buttons undone to mid chest. The women equally exclusive, dresses and stilettos appear to be part of the everyday wear. How expensive the up keep would be to stay on trend in this city. The people watching doesn’t cost us a cent though.
We find ourselves stopping by some of Milan’s bars for a few nightcaps. I was intrigued to see why Nottingham Forest Cocktail Bar was rated as one of the 50 best bars in the world.
The ambience and drinks menu alone is worthy of the award. It’s pretty cool to get an accessory with a cocktail; I nabbed a lipstick with one of my drinks. Off we roll home on a balmy night ready for a fun day exploring Milan tomorrow.. X
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