Day 3 – later that afternoon we drive to Milan – real hot once more – where we visit Piazza del Duomo and the Sforza Castle (we walk the grounds, staying in the shade whenever we can find some).
We also shop at the Galleria and even eat at Mickey D’s – yeah so what? – it was the only time – everything else we ate was real Italian. Ok, so I lied, it won’t be the only time on this trip. How do you say “Would you like some fries with that?” in Italian?
I had always thought of Milan as the “industrial” capital of Italy – but this city is rich in art and history, not to mention one of the fashion capitals of the world.
Unfortunately we did not see the Last Supper at the Convent of Santa Maria delle Grazie – you need to know the Pope or someone equally as important to get in to see it – unless you want to wait 3 months. Even Dan Brown has to wait, come to think of it they probably won’t even let him in!
Which reminds me of a joke my Texan friend Steve told us:
The Pope just finished a tour of the East Coast and was taking a limousine to the airport. Since he’d never driven a limo, he asked the chauffeur if he could drive for a while. The reluctant chauffeur pulled over along the roadside, climbed into the back of the limo, and the Pope took the wheel. The Pope then merged onto the highway and accelerated to over 90 mph to see what the limo could do.
Suddenly, the Pope noticed the blue light of the State Patrol in his side mirror, so he pulled over. The trooper approached the limo, peered in through the windows, then said, “Just a moment please, I need to call in.”
The trooper called in and explained to the chief that he had a very important person pulled over for speeding. “How do I handle this, chief?” asked the trooper. “Is it the Governor?” questioned the chief. “No! This guy is even more important!”
“Is it the President?” asked the chief.
“No! Even more important!”
“Well, who the heck is it?” screamed the chief.
“I don’t know, sir,” replied the trooper, “but he’s got the Pope as his chauffeur.”
Next stop: Verona.