at the station it seemed everyone was as puzzled as me that the doors would not open. Due to this strangeness I struck up a conversation with a very pleasant young lady named Francesca. She was Italian but of Vietnamese family origin.
We had a great chat for the entire hour journey to Milan although she was only 18 she seemed to have a very good head on her shoulders and told me of all her plans to become a doctor. Judging by her sensibility I have no doubt she will achieve her goals.
When I arrived in Milan we parted ways and after dropping off my pack at the hostel I got the bus out to explore the city.
I took in the Duomo, the third largest church in Europe. Constructed entirely of marble, which boggles the mind how they managed to build it back in 1386 (although it wasn't actually finished until 1965).
The next day I woke mid morning and went for a big run to a nice park I had spotted the day before. Then spent the rest of the day walking around the castle and the city, spending long periods reading my book.
My final day in Milan was by far and away the best. I decided to go on a free walking tour which by the by was terrible as the guide was very unconfident in his mannerisms and really struggled to get his point across.
I did however meet Amanda and Sam a Kiwi and a Korean living in New York, respectively. After ruthlessly ditching the tour we went back around the Duomo then to the castle gardens for a chill out.
In the evening the three of us went back to my hostel, I cooked up some dinner, then we had more than a few bottles of wine with my dorm mates Zoe, Lyndsey, Kennan and Matt. A very good evening ensued!
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