Milan

Going to Milan a couple weeks ago was so refreshing for me. After a short 5 hour flight, we landed in Milan around 10:00 a.m. local time. Even though I was exhausted from flying over night, I didn’t want to sleep… the city was calling my name. I had already been to Milan a couple of times before and thought it would be fun to take a quick 40 minute train ride to Lake Como.

It was a beautiful day in Italy, the sky was blue, the weather was warm and I could smell the trees and freshly cut grass. There is nothing like fresh air after living in the desert for 2 years. After I got off the train, I took a minute to myself and just stood, closed my eyes and breathed in the air- it might sound weird and might have looked a bit weird to other people- but for me, it was necessary.

I was absolutely starving so first thing was first and I got some pizza right by the lake. As I was eating, I looked around me and noticed how happy Italians are. The way they speak is really amazing. There is so much passion when they talk that I couldn’t help but listen, even though I had no idea what they were saying. They seem to have such passion for life- the way they speak and move their hands frantically as they do- this type of passion is contagious and I couldn’t help but smile as I ate my huge and delicious pizza.

 

 

After my lunch, I walked around the Lake and snapped some pictures. I kept walking and came across a train that would take me to the top of the mountain so I could get a better view. Once I got to the top, I found a perfect spot where I could sit and look out at the Lake. The trees, mountains, water, flowers that surrounded me, left me in awe. How can a place be so pretty? How can a place be so peaceful?

I have come to find in only 3 months of flying, that it is hard. A lot of times you have to deal with difficult passengers, fly at weird hours of the day and never fully recover from ultra long-haul flights because after the 2 days of rest, once you just start to feel rested, you are off to the next place. However, when you get lucky enough to find a place to sit and think and admire like I did in Lake Como, it is all worth it.