Sono Arrivata a Milano

Flying is time travel. Yesterday I arrived in Milan, and it was Friday, allegedly, though of course it was Thursday to me since I couldn’t sleep more than 1 hour on the flight. So I made some exhausted decisions such as walking from the train station through a giant park rolling my two suitcases. Arrived at the AirBnB like the sweaty American that I am! All flustered falling out of the tiny elevator, that intimidating kind where you have to close two sets of doors or else the entire building is put out. I dropped my stuff, took a shower and went and ate a pizza. Tried to stay awake until night here but I realized I was too old for that shit when I was nodding off on a bench after wandering Parco Sempione in a fugue state for 20 minutes. Took a nap that turned into the whole night’s sleep. And today - still sort of wobbly from exhaustion and dehydration, but better - I started to explore.

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