Milano at night

I'm sorry it's so detailed, Milan is a very visual city. They've got colors, the new clashing with the old, so many tall skinny girls in heels so high, walking on cobblestone floors. So many hot guys with sunglasses in tight shirts. So many couples, all this affection, all this love.

After our tour of the city, our whole group was split into 3 hotels like 20 walking minutes from the square. It was so sweaty and humid. We found dinner not far from the hotel. Nothing like a nice cold can of Heineken to wash down a fresh, hot pizza, on a hot, sunny day. They don't put much vegetables on their pizzas, just like artichokes and mushrooms, & it was a little too salty for me. But I love mozzarella!!!

WTF? even their soda cans are tall and skinny! Afterwards, we met up with the rest of the group in front of the Duomo to see if we could find a bar. This couple outside the church were in a very heated argument, his hands raised in the air, her eyebrows furrowed. Five minutes later they were all over each other making up, hands on each other and faces touching and everything.

I love Italians. One of our Program Assistants is Italian and he said you gotta watch out for Italians. They will whistle at you, and they do. You're looking nice today? I'm gonna give you the attention I think you deserve. Because it's in their culture, it's like instinct; they check out women. Europeans are so much more affectionate, it's adorable. Us Americans have nasty PDA that always involves some form of body fluids. Here, we can touch, and keep it dry. Italians love their women, they look like they can treat you right, and couples look so adorable here, very nicely dressed, with matching leather and shoes and everything. But I think it's also easy for them to cheat, just because.

We walked halfway with the group that was going to the bar. Because we waited so long, a lot of people left to do their own thing, and so did we. If we did follow the rest of the remaining group to the bar, we would've gotten free drinks and watch my friend immortalize herself by dancing on top of the bar counter. But we didn't know until the day after. We found a corner cafe, and ordered some drinks. I had sex on the beach, and I gave Judy my cherry.

Three girls walking under the influence in a foreign country past midnight? Sounds like time for pictures! I took these from Judy's facebook (but I forgot to ask her for permission). Happy Fourth of July.