One of my very first blog posts was my trip to Milan and Como in 2016. Now – two years later – I went back and I had the best time!
When I moved to London I lived in an Airbnb for the first few weeks. I shared it with three Italian guys. One night we had some pizza and one of them showed me some Italian music. Being a huge fan of Chiara Ferragni I had already heard of Fedez, however, I had not really listened to his music. I told a friend, who I met in Milan last time, about it and he mentioned that Fedez and J-ax would be playing a show in San Siro. My friend and I decided to go there, so I booked my flight and planned my trip.
The concert was on a Friday and since Francesco, my Italian friend, worked I decided to “explore” the city by myself. I still remembered some places from my last trip and even though I’ve been there before, the Duomo was my first stop. I bought some icecream and just enjoyed the sun, while probably looking like a real tourist.
In the evening I went to San Siro to meet up with Francesco and to watch the concert. Even though I only understand a bit of Italian, I still had a great time.
The following day we went to Lake Como, but I will write a seperate post about that.
On Sunday we rented bikes and cycled into the city centre. We had aperitivo at the Aperol terrace, which hands down has the best view! After starting the day with a drink we had napolitan pizza for lunch. I love food, but I love nothing as much as I love some good napolitan pizza.
We walked through Moscova and Porta Nuova, had some gelato at the cutest ice cream store I’ve ever seen and then took the metro to CityLife. The weather was so so nice and I tried (hard) to get a bit of a tan.
Sadly my flight back was on Monday night already (since I work Tue-Sat). I had some more gelato, some more pizza and some sushi (super Italian, I know), went to Garibaldi, had some coffee and bought some gifts for my colleagues and flatmates and headed to the airport.
Those of you who read my blog since the beginning might remember that the last time I was in Milan my flight home got cancelled and I arrived 8 hours late. This time it was delayed by two hours and when I arrived in Heathrow the tube, coaches and trains weren’t running anymore. So I had to get a cab home. Turns out I’ll have to live on bread and water for the rest of the month ( or at least until British Airways pays me back the cab costs lol).