So my mom helped to book the hotel for Milan, a contribution that she was really excited about making. I can tend to be the one who likes to organize and get things together- so when she was wanting to help pick out our hotel I was a tiny bit nervous- but thought "oh, it's the 21st century with Google and maps galore- what could possibly go wrong?". Well, as we called the hotel to ask where the "free shuttle service" that came with our stay was, they said that it stopped running after 11pm. It was about 11:20. We decided to take a cab to the hotel (well, decided is a loose term here). We got in the cab, and had our big moment to practice Italian. I managed to say something, half in Spanish I think, and sure enough we were off! It wasn't until about 16 minutes in that we realized we were really going far on a highway for a hotel that was within 5 miles of the airport. I managed to pause the driver, who was excited to be practicing his English, and was rattling on about his family. "Mi scusi, ma dov'è questo hotel?" (well, let's be real here, I think I asked him in English). He told us that it was located next to the other airport in Milan. "WHAT????" The "other" airport? There are two? "due"?? He then told us it would about 120 euros for the cab fare and we would get there in about 40 minutes. Let's just say this was NOT the highlight of arriving to Italy. My poor mom- she swore she would never book anything alone again (not the travel-spirit I was hoping to promote here).
We arrived to the hotel, a bit tired, a bit depressed, and a lot poorer- but hey- we're in Italy!! :) Quale sarà SARA '.
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| Our amazing Italian breakfast! Yum! *with what I can say was my first "real" cappuccino |
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