In the train from Florence to
Milan, I sat with an Italian family composed of grandma, dad, mom, and a
teenage boy. The grandma was extremely friendly and kind, she kept smiling at
me and showing me some nice landscapes we passed by. When I yawned, she said something
in Italian. I can only guess that she meant “tired ha?” I smiled back and
nodded.
I had high expectation to
Milan as a city of fashion. I thought I will see local people wearing
fashionable clothes everywhere around the city. But no, most of them also just
wear normal clothes. Perhaps, it is not so visible because the weather is still
quite cold and people were covered by standard coats and jackets. Maybe, the
people will look more fashionable in summer.
Nevertheless, the cathedral
is the main reason why I wanted to come to Milan. Back in Philippines, I was stunned
by the beauty and elegance of the cathedral when I saw it in one of our local
movie.
This day is like a silent
retreat for me. I walked around the city slowly, and stopped my footstep once
in a while to think for nothing. Or, I sat… listened… observed… reflected…
This is just the best way to
end my pilgrimage for the year.
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