
But on the day I went I was out of laundry. You know those times in your life when all you have are your ugly jeans, and shirts you don't really like, faded socks, and your least favorite underwear? That might be an okay time to run a few errands, go to the grocery store, etc. It was not the best time to walk around Milan. I felt like a big big dork. Like it was obvious that I was American and not a very well-dressed one.
I liked Milan though. Since my camera got stolen in Buenos Aires, I feel very naked when walking around beautiful places. I feel like if I don't have pictures of somewhere, then maybe I wasn't really there. I went to the Duomo, which I really didn't know anything about. It breath-taking. If I would have taken a picture, it would have looked like this:
