First off, I am actually shocked at Milano. Before hearing about it, I figured it was just some mediocre city in Italy. Boy was I wrong… Hell, I think I seen more Porsches there than I did in my whole life. The fashion was a world of its own too. The standard Italian blazer was replaced with some supreme flamboyant jacket that even Mick Jagger could not rock. Even though the city was extremely fashionable, I tried my best to have some “swag”. Which ended up with me looking like a knock off Arnold Palmer.      What shocked me the most was stepping off the train. I was amazed at the architect by far. It was hard to imagine the people of Milan building all of these monolithic structures after World War II. Especially with such elegance and beauty. Even the military guards at the airport had a great sense of fashion. I wish I got a picture of one of them but I did not want to get taken in the backroom. That would not have been good… Especially because I am a fragile being, especially against some that is trained to kill.      Besides all of the fashion I was amazed by the duomo. That beast is huge! Both inside and outside just shines with beauty. On top of it you can just fall in a deep stare with a great view of the cathedral and city. Inside the belly, you will be blinded with beautiful stained glass. The stain glass cannot even be put to words, it was a different twist to the cathedral. Since at least from my understanding, most of Italy’s monuments are absent from stain glass.      Lastly, LUINIs, that place is a taste of heaven. It reminded me of what a hot pocket should be. Sweat or salty, I gorged into it all. I do not know how they make such sweet treat, especially at such a reasonable price. Hopefully heaven has a Luini’s. If not I will be disappointed.

First thing that came to my mind when I heard that we were going to Bologna was obviously the shitty lunch meat found in every family’s fridge. I wasn’t surprised however that this city is no where near comparison to some shitty lunch meat. It’s a rich city full of unique spunk that makes it unique. In the park, I was amazed by the bastardized kids harassing the pigeons and people. They mocked beggars and caused disturbance to the pigeon population. I was a bit pissed off, but what was I to do? The only thing that truly matters was that gelato. I cannot recall the name but my god. Literally the banana was not dyed yellow, which honestly amazed me.            At the University of Bologna I was fascinated to a point. I was a bit surprised that we had to buy a ticket but eh, I would probably charge people if I could make some money. The place where Mary Shelley got her inspiration was inspiring. I could just imagine the clicking in the brain she felt while watching a little frog come back to life in a sense. I love that feeling, when something just clicks.       Later on my group and I went up into Bologna’s tower. In which it was a long long journey up to the top but worth it. Looking down at the roof tops shed beauty into my eyes. I could just imagine these towers towering over the city. It’s just something different, something that you could never do in the states. Especially because of all the damn security measures.      Overall Bologna had a special feel to it. Bologna is not some big thing like Roma but it is still a charming city. Full of lovely people and great gelato. Beside those bastard kids…

    Mornings in Florence are much different than let’s say a place like Slippery Rock. In Florence, the first thing you wake up to is the bells of Giotto ringing through your ears, mimicking the pulse of deep heart beats. Your nose breaths in the city’s life filled with fresh baked pastries and hot creamy cappuccino. That alarm clock of yours is useless, let the city take you in like a little orphan. It may seem that this rich city is a bit hectic, but get lost in all of its beauty. Since getting lost is the first step in searching for yourself. It is impossible to go search for yourself while sitting in your apartment. I mean, it’s clear that you know where you are at. So let loose and live a little.    Exploring takes a wondering eye, like the great navigators that stumbled upon the Americas. For my free day in Florence my group and I were planning on going to go to the Boboli Gardens. This plan shifted, since we were even trying to save the lint in our pockets. Like Moses and his followers we walked a bit aimlessly then stumbled upon the Museo Zoologico La Specula. Our thriftiness was pleased with only having to forkout 6 hard earned dollars.       Odder than the museum itself, the place was practically empty. Hundreds of piercing eyes stared straight at you. From reptilian species to a vast number of flying creatures, these eyes were piercing. They lay captured, trapped, embarked around a dirty glass window. I for one found it amazing and could just imagined a smoking rusty musket ball penetrating the beating heart of a gazelle in the heart of Africa. Only for the little guy to be skinned alive, stuffed and placed in some rich Guy’s house until it was donated some time later. Your imagination of animals running through your dreams can easily have been hunted down and slaughtered just to be studied and framed. It amazes me. Maybe I’m just over thinking it?      Even though the zoology section of the museum is quite fascinating, the human wax figure collection easily had the ability to shock you. I felt like I was walking around to check out the band Tool’s next music video. The wax did not even look fake. The flesh resembled human and I was shocked by the fact that the wax was not extremely decaying. Overall Florence took me on a ride, on a little motor scooter into paradise.