Milano!!! day 2

Milano Day Twoau I get up at 7 or so because I couldn’t sleep very well. I don’t know why, but I was waking up every hour or so. Get ready for the day and make my way into the city centre. Finding my way there wasn’t too hard, but once I got to the stop I was greeted by an African guy greats me and starts to put this bracelet around my wrist, tells me it’s in support of Africa. I’m cool with it and I’m right there with him the whole way, and then he asks me for a donation to Africa. I take out some change, about 6 Euro’s or so, and I don’t intend on giving it all to him, but he’s like, “You know, 10, 15 Euro’s, something like that.” I’m not really cool with that but I don’t really feel comfortable about the situation, he says he’ll make change, so I take out the 10 and ask him for the change back. “No no man.” He says to me. After some debate he gives me 2 Euro back and I uncomfortable give him the 10 Euro’s. There were 4 of them, but we were in a very public place so I didn’t need to feel as uncomfortable as I did. Then his friend comes up and gives me the same speel. I let him go through and put the string around my arm, but then he asks for a donation. I tell him I already gave some to the other guy. “No no man, but some for me.” I didn’t say it but I should ahve said, “If it’s all going to the same organization then why are you concerned about who I give the money to, and what organization do you work for? Who should I make a check out to? They’ll nag you until you walk away, and then they might even follow you for a bit. (I’m currently talking about this stuff with the other people in my hostel.) Then some guy grabs my hand and puts bird seed in it so the pidgins all cling to my arm and eat the seed. But I’m a little more concerned about these dirty birds, and he’s holding my arm so I can’t pull away. I figured he was after my African support bracelets. Went to the big old church, the sales area where you can buy prauda next to McDonalds, and all the other brands I love so much. Then I went to A Museum where there were some old bits of art such as, School of Athens, Leonardo originals and other relics. Check out a big park where i saw a love bridge, and ate some really good Gilato, with raisons and a rum taste, that may have been from the rum in it, I don’t know, but that’s what I blame the tattoo on. Joking mom. I happened upon the Stock exchange, but I didn’t buy anything there. Saw some stadium, ohhh and this really cool castle that had cats living in the moat. Not a whole lot, but maybe 15-20 around the perimeter of the castle. I’m losing track now, and my battery died in the cold on my camera. I did think to bring another but I was trying to pack light, and the battery was full. I was all puffed out with a video camera and camera, and maybe a purchase. I went to the Restaurant recommended to me by the guy I met on the tram line when I got in. When I got there they said they were starting dinner at 8pm, and this was 6:30. It was pouring rain by this time, but I wlaked around a bit and sat under a strip mall overhang area. Went to the store for some cookies, and then went back for dinner at 8. They were very nice for the way I was dressed, but then again, there was only one other table in the building. I was never short of food. As soon as my sesame sticks were getting low they came back with more, and bread too. I was also given some Salami to sample, and it was good. They also brough out some cherry tomato’s that were marinated in something, along with some round pieces of cheese that, about the size of a cherry tomato, and they almost tasted like bread dough first, but it was cheese through. I liked them very much. My main course was noodles, sort of like lasagne noodles in tomato sauce with mozzarella mixed in all together. For desert I had pistachio gelato. It was a good time and the restaurant was gorgeous. If you’re ever on a date in Milan you have to go there. The staff is all male, and they guys are so friendly. No, not in a gay kind of friendly way. Corso Como, check it out. It’s a bit prizy. The meals aren’t too far over other places, but I paid 6 euro for a coke. I enjoyed it, but I’ll be eating a little more frugally for the next while, as long as I get a taste of the culture. There’s a place here that the guests have been going to called Gigi’s, where you can get a real home cooked Italian meal. The guy who owns this hostel cooked tonight and it was good pasta with beef in it, breaded chicken with chips and salad. 2.5 Euro’s here ever second night, the other every other night is free. I walk around a little more trying to find my way back to the metro, because I was a little lost trying to get there. Went the wrong way off the hop. Anyways, I get back to the hostel and chill.