Urban aesthetics are one thing. Italian ones are another. Mix them together, and this is what you get: Metropolitan Italy.
It’s amazing to see the city transform little by little into a winter wonderland. Two weeks ago, the city center looked as it does in the above picture with hanging lights and the occasional mistletoe. Now, there are Christmas trees stationed around the plaza, strands of lights hanging from awnings and doorways, and tons of other holiday decorations nestled into street corners, shop windows, and other bits of the city’s infrastructure. Such holiday spirit completely erased all of the previous worries I’d had from people who told me Americans went above and beyond in preparing for Christmas. I’m here to say that, in this way, Milan is just like America. Thank goodness!
Yes, Italy created Ferrari and Lamborghini. No, the average Italian doesn’t drive them. In fact, most Italians in Milan drive small cars meant for one or two people due to the difficulty of finding parking spots. Should an Italian need to park on the sidewalk, gigantic, luxurious sports cars just won’t cut it…but it’s still fun to see them randomly used for merchandising purposes.
Brunch in Milan is the best. It gives you an excuse to explore a part of the city you’ve never seen before. Some friends and I visited northern Milan a few weeks ago, and I was delighted to find they served cheesecake (and, not to mention, that they served it for breakfast)! Coffee here is stronger than Rocky Balboa. It helps you power through the day and sharpens your brain for when you’re trying to decipher the maze of metro lines to take you home.
From what I’ve seen, most houses here are monotonous with pastel colors: beige, white, gray, peach. There are some that deviate from the pattern, like the pink house above. Such bursts of color practically serve as stationary works of art.
All of the pasta here tastes delicious and looks beautiful! Literally, all of it. Italians must hold themselves to such high standards because I have yet to find an exception to this statement. Viva l’Italia!
The burgers here are okay, but there are a few things I have to point out. Pickles should always… I repeat, ALWAYS… be an essential part of the burger. Ketchup (not mayonnaise), lettuce (not “salad”), tomatoes, and pickles should always come on the bun with a burger and optional cheese. Here, people sometimes choose mayonnaise in lieu of ketchup, they refer to “lettuce” as “salad,” and pickles barely exist. One time I ordered a hamburger from a restaurant, and they gave me a beef patty without any bread. I shook my head, but I shortly pardoned the offense since Americans eat pineapple on pizza.
The above photo is a rare occasion; usually, cars fly by at twenty lightyears per minute. However, Italian drivers are skilled; they might not always (or ever) follow the rules, but they’ve still somehow mastered maneuvering tiny vehicles without crashing into the other crazy drivers around them.
Crimson leaves are falling, and in the park, basketball players are ballin’. I hope snow will soon be falling, although they say it doesn’t happen often…and that’s just appalling, but it’s chilly now, so the meteorologists are calling for snow to be falling! Long story short, it might actually snow soon. Be sure to sleep with a spoon under your pillow!
Last but not least, Italian food is so delicious that it leaves me awestruck just from looking at it! The best way to eat a dish of pasta is to eat the pasta, dip bread in the sauce left on your plate, and have a small cup of espresso afterwards. Mamma mia!
Thanks for reading; stay tuned for more updates about the Christmas season!