It’s almost one week since the day I arrived in Italy, starting a new adventure in the land of art, history, fashion, food, and love.
Things have started going into orbit. I moved to a beautiful and tranquil neighborhood in Segrate, 40 mins to downtown Milano by public transport and only 5 mins walk to supermarket. Every day I wake up to the sound of birds chirping cheerfully in the garden, and I would jump out of bed to breathe in the fresh morning air.
My first impression of Italian people are their laid-back style of living and undeniable sense of fashion. Men are charming and women are sexy, even at their 70s. Most of them dress simple yet very classy, reminding me of the Jesse James song: “It does not matter what you wear, it’s how you wear it”. To me, Milan is like a huge runway, full of liveliness.
G picked me up at the central station when I first arrived and brought me to his small but cozy and homey studio flat. He cooked me pasta and give me an extra bed. It was my first time couchsurfing, and I’m forever grateful he made me feel so safe and secure on my very first day.
After two days, I was lucky enough to find a place nearby, and now was the time to indulge myself a little. I hopped on metro to Duomo to see a friend and discover the city, joining a smal crowd chanting hallelujah before getting ourself lost among fancy stream clothing stores along the city’s piazzas. I ended up buying a black leather jacket, a flowery scarf and a necklace as early Xmas gift for myself.
Later that day I met G for pizza & icecream near Duomo. It was a cold and puzzling Saturday night, the crowds were just getting bigger and it seemed to me that Milan were not going to sleep anytime soon. But I was not meant to be here as tourist. There’s so much about history and culture of this charming place and I would have at least three months to decode Milan is really about. The journey has just begun…