Travel to Milan

The flight to Milan was an hour late getting in to Milan due to takeoff delays at JFK.  Neither of us slept on the flight.  We made our way through immigration and began our quest for the train.  We along with other travelers had an adventure locating the station, we exited the airport too soon.   One thing we observed was that the locals and the train people at times seem to chastise each other.  It is actually somewhat funny to watch.

We proudly made our way to Milano Centralle station.  I'm not sure which was more challenging to locate: the M2 underground or a public restroom.  Under dire duress we stopped by the restrooms at McDonalds.  We then found the subway and a worker gave us a subway map, told us where to buy a ticket, and told us where to enter the subway.

With renewed confidence we entered the underground. We could go right or left.  As Murphy's Law predicts, we were on a subway heading in the wrong direction.  I quickly asked a young lady if this was the train to Loreto.  She confirmed that it was the right train in the wrong direction. I stepped out the door.  It closed quickly behind me!  Vicky was still on the train.  We both were a bit rattled.   To add to the comedy for the local riders, I yelled through the windows for her to get off at the next stop.    I hurled upon the next train and we were reunited at the next stop.  We too had to laugh at our mishap.

We made it to the hotel without further ordeal.  The room is a bit Spartan, but the A/C works great.  We tried a nap.  No luck!  So we went on 5 mile sightseeing trip.  Milan, at least where we are, is spotty.  Some areas are very nice, others not so much.  Graffiti is far too common.

 We noticed a local produce vendor and watched as the customers bought the items.  In the U.S., we hand select our produce.  In Italy, it is supposedly rude to choose which particular piece of fruit you want