Saturday Milano

9:00- week after Fashion Week, everything is on ...

!

9:40-
There were people everywhere. To some, this is their shopping of the year, it's the week after Fashion Week in the Fashion Capital of the World! Stores had great percentages off to clear out their inventory in time for Fall Fashion. Across the street:

It was so easy for me to spend Euros because it felt like play money. It was so much fun! paper for clothes! It was like Hong Kong! Paper for stuff & yummy food and drinks (but a different kind of yummy from Asia)! But the Euro is expensive.

13:15- We took a taxi to

This entrance.
and when we walked inside, we entered a large, open room with one wall painted
of the very original, Il Cenacolo or L'Ultima Cena, by Leonardo da Vinvci. This is an illegal picture taken, because photography inside is prohibited. I also took this photo from my friend's facebook. I'm not ninja status enough to steal a picture from a gallery. But here it is, a giant mural that was restored in the 1960s, painted by one of the biggest geniuses of all time.

15:30- we went back to the Duomo to finish some more shopping. Shopping, what is shopping? They told us when we went to Milano, the thing that we must not miss out on is shopping.

19:00- dinner @

with

21:00- after dinner we went to this giant arc

around the corner is the popular river

They say in the daytime it's relatively quiet, but at night it comes alive with people, drinking, eating gelato, talking, hanging out. A little dirty, impossible to park, with tons of people, this is Italy. We were so tired from all the walking that day, I stayed long enough to get a Tiramisu flavored gelato that tasted divine, watch a fight break out, and see a lot of Italians before I headed back to my hotel room to pass out.

Even in the dark, we noticed how dirty the river was. One of our program advisers said that Italians never grew up learning how to clean, so they grow up in a dirty environment to be dirty people. For my last night in Italy, I didn't have a blast, but I love it. It felt like people here were almost the total opposite of me. Don't hold back. I could imagine here people falling in love, and getting hurt, not being afraid of anything that could or would happen; but to live life with passion (hence the fight across the street, i guess?). Not recklessness, but give it all you got. I'm too lazy to give much of anything all that I got, wouldn't want to risk getting disappointed to lost efforts, wasted time, another unforgivable mistake, another regret. I look for passion in everything all the time, and I revel in it; but I suppose it's just a diversion to ask what passion have I got. Will there ever be anything worth giving it all I got?