We walked all around the Duomo trying to find the entrance to the top. Once we found it, the line was long and not moving, it really didn't look like we were going to get up there, but I insisted we stay. I don't think they understood my fascination with the top of the Duomo until they got up there themselves.
Heading out from Venice to Milan! Ericka writing in her journal, Max studying for Statistics. We're Party Animals. Don't doubt.
We left the Duomo and went to have an Aperitif. The Italian 'Pre-dinner drink' I am officially a huge fan of it. We went to a place down the road and stopped in and drank outside with the locals. We then left there to find our next hotspot, a Cuban bar! We got yummu mojitos. We then left the cuban bar for a local small sports bar. It was nice and the people were friendly. Max looked like a little kid watching the game, he seemed quite content, and it was nice to see him so enthused. Ericka and I decided to talk to the Bartender from the Philippians, who very quickly fell in love with us and just kept offering us booze and a lot of it fo free. Max eventually had to take us home.
It has to be said that in Milan, even for girls, there is usually just a small whole in the ground in place of a toilet. Needless to say, whenever I saw this... I walked in, and walked out.
In Milan there are places where you can fill up a water bottle, quickly wash off your hands, cool off. These continuously pour water from an ancient spout. I found it hysterical. and if you hold down the bottom, it builds up pressure so the water spurts from the top of it in an arc, just like a water bubbler at home :) Otherwise you can cup your hand and drink out of that like drinking from a little running fountain.