Yup. Since I'm no longer in Europe, this little newsfeed of Italian updates must come to an end. Before I sign off, though-
I spent a few days in Paris and Dublin before flying back to Boston! In general, I really feel like:
a) Milan's people are beautiful- everyone dresses well
b) Paris' city is beautiful- the buildings, the layout, the transportation: all immaculate
c) Dublin's the city of good times
People in Dublin were kind of perpetually drunk, and after dealing with the weather for just 2 days, I can't say I wouldn't want to be either. It's chilly, grey and rainy... all the time. But people have pints on their lunch break and constantly are singing in the pubs along with live musicians. Obviously some people take it a little too far (Ireland's got a pretty bad rep for alcoholism) but after I made friends with a few Canadians, we had a great time.
Paris was full of gorgeous, intricate architecture and was surprisingly clean. I would've thought a city that size would have trouble with upkeep, but the city was spotless. And this city was pretty big. I would look at a map and think I could walk the (seemingly) 3 blocks to get someplace, and wouldn't reach my destination for a half hour. I guess that's why the subway and rail system was so good. The MBTA should take note.
Without an alarm clock, I was insanely nervous that I would miss my flights. Tip: sleep with the shades open. You'll be up by 7am.
Now that I'm back, I'm glad to be away from the peeling tomatoes and baby bottles for 6 year olds and constant tantrums, but I want more days off to go exploring. This has been an eye-opening and lush and aggravating and peaceful and horrible and wonderful experience. I don't regret it at all, and believe it or not, I'd consider doing it again.
But I might ask if the children can wipe their own butts before I commit.
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