Day 49
Day 49
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Milan, Italy
I awoke to find that Jake had successfully woken up and left without even waking me up. We met downstairs and left our bags at the hotel. We went down to the train station and waited in the yellow glow of sodium lights to try to get night train tickets to Barcelona which were sold out. We ended up getting some tickets for the next night though. We went to an internet place near the train station and located a hostel in Milan, Hotel California. We retrieved our bags from the hotel and walked the 4 blocks to the address of Hotel California, but we couldn’t find it there. This seemed to be a common problem as the clerk at the hotel that was there quickly dialed the number from memory and handed the phone to Cheddar. The guy on the phone said that there was a problem and to wait out front and he would be there in 30 minutes. After an hour and another phone call three Italian guys showed up in a beat up station wagon, filled with painting equipment. The guy who spoke English said that he would take three of us at a time to another hotel five minutes away, because Hotel California had quote; “water in the walls.” Kent, Ian, and Josh crammed into the back of the station wagon while the guy went upstairs to check on something. While he was gone a Vietnamese guy came up trying to sell watches and got into the passenger seat and started talking to the driver. The English speaking guy returned and threw the watch seller out and the car speed away as we memorized its license plate number. After about 20 minutes the car returned and without knowing what had become of the other three, Cheddar, Erik and I piled in and again we speed off, Cheddar following our route on the map. Sure enough we arrived at a hotel deep in the suburbs of Milan with a one star rating, and the guy arranged for us to stay there for the same price as we were originally supposed to pay.
Luckily, there was a metro station nearby, and we set off to the other side of town to try and find a Tadao Ando building. We found it and made it into the lobby, but the security guard wouldn’t let us any further. After that we found a Renzo Piano building nearby that was U shaped with a forested hill in the center. Under the hill was a cafeteria, and a lecture hall for the company. We hung out in the galleria in central Milan for a while waiting and then went over to the train station to meet Kristin, a girl that Ian, Kent and Josh had met in Riomaggio. We went back to the hotel for a while before Ian, Kristin, and I went out to a nearby pub that was so popular that the people filled up the whole street outside for a block. We met an English guy that had just moved to Milan to teach English, we hung out with him for a while before heading back to the hotel for the night.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Milan, Italy
I awoke to find that Jake had successfully woken up and left without even waking me up. We met downstairs and left our bags at the hotel. We went down to the train station and waited in the yellow glow of sodium lights to try to get night train tickets to Barcelona which were sold out. We ended up getting some tickets for the next night though. We went to an internet place near the train station and located a hostel in Milan, Hotel California. We retrieved our bags from the hotel and walked the 4 blocks to the address of Hotel California, but we couldn’t find it there. This seemed to be a common problem as the clerk at the hotel that was there quickly dialed the number from memory and handed the phone to Cheddar. The guy on the phone said that there was a problem and to wait out front and he would be there in 30 minutes. After an hour and another phone call three Italian guys showed up in a beat up station wagon, filled with painting equipment. The guy who spoke English said that he would take three of us at a time to another hotel five minutes away, because Hotel California had quote; “water in the walls.” Kent, Ian, and Josh crammed into the back of the station wagon while the guy went upstairs to check on something. While he was gone a Vietnamese guy came up trying to sell watches and got into the passenger seat and started talking to the driver. The English speaking guy returned and threw the watch seller out and the car speed away as we memorized its license plate number. After about 20 minutes the car returned and without knowing what had become of the other three, Cheddar, Erik and I piled in and again we speed off, Cheddar following our route on the map. Sure enough we arrived at a hotel deep in the suburbs of Milan with a one star rating, and the guy arranged for us to stay there for the same price as we were originally supposed to pay.
Luckily, there was a metro station nearby, and we set off to the other side of town to try and find a Tadao Ando building. We found it and made it into the lobby, but the security guard wouldn’t let us any further. After that we found a Renzo Piano building nearby that was U shaped with a forested hill in the center. Under the hill was a cafeteria, and a lecture hall for the company. We hung out in the galleria in central Milan for a while waiting and then went over to the train station to meet Kristin, a girl that Ian, Kent and Josh had met in Riomaggio. We went back to the hotel for a while before Ian, Kristin, and I went out to a nearby pub that was so popular that the people filled up the whole street outside for a block. We met an English guy that had just moved to Milan to teach English, we hung out with him for a while before heading back to the hotel for the night.
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