Buongiorno belli,
After my last post me and Laura went out for a walk to Duomo and the surrounding area. We discovered when we got to Duomo that we wouldn't be allowed in since we weren't wearing long pants. But the walk was still nice and Laura got a picture of me in front of the Duomo.
Yep I'm there, right in the middle dressed in blue. We walked through the Galleria (a superexpensive shopping mall... we're talking Prada, Gucci, and just about every other designer you can think of all in one place) to a what I think must have been Piazza di Scala because Teatro la Scala was right there, and a massive sculpture of da Vinci.Now kiddliwinks here's a piece of information you should know if you ever come here: in Milan, it seems, mosquitos bite during the day. The itchy bites I got were about 4 cm in diameter. And extremely itchy. I was going to take a picture otherwise you mightn't have believed me but I forgot. So if you don't believe me, too bad but it's the truth!! Huge.
Instead of a picture of itchy bites how about a picture of the dinner I made that night:
There you go. After dinner that nigth Laura's friend Mike, a Kiwi studying at the same school as Laura, came over along with his girlfriend who was visiting, and we went out for drinks at a bar nearby. Yesterday Laura had the day off uni so we hopped on a train and went to Lake Maggiore, one of "the lakes" near Milan. The end of Lake Maggiore actually crosses into Switzerland, and Laura said that the area is very similar to Switzerland. I've never been there so I don't know, but it was very different to Miland and very beautiful. Here is Laura in front of Isola Bella, one of the main islands three islands in the lake. Collectively the islands are called to Boromee islands, but don't quote me on the spelling there. 
We took a ferry over to Isola Bella and walked around a tiny portion of the island, it turned out you had to pay 12 euros to get to the pretty gardens you see behind Laura's head, but we were happy with the area we saw. Pictures below: 
We then caught the ferry back to Stresa (the town on the lake that you get the train from) and had gelato while we waited for the train. 
Now here's something I didn't know about Italy. I kept wondering why I was always given a receipt, even if I just bought a can of drink. Laura explained that in Italy, by law you must carry your receipt 50 metres from the store to prove you didn't steal it. Interesting huh..Today Laura is at uni so I'm just having a cillaxy day, managed to find my way to an internet cafe, but words failed me once I got there and I had to ask 'parlo iglese?'. Shame on me!!
I'm looking up a recipe for pumpkin soup now, I might make some for tea tonight. Will probably hit the Duomo and La Scala tomorrow for touras.
Oh and the reason the title of this post is "sorry", is because when I bump into people, by habit I say "sorry". I must remember "mi dispice!"
xx Grace
What on earth is with the mince?? Love mum x
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