An American Girl in Milano

Today marks the official beginning of my extended stay in a foreign place, which is definitely becoming quite the adventure already. Believe me when I say, embarking on such a journey, free and independent from anyone or anything akin to my life in Colorado, is not only empowering but also incredibly intimidating. Alas, my liberating moment of independence soon became a short-lived dose of hell. Picture this: a very blonde-consider all aspects of the word-- American girl,who does not speak more than five words of Italian, walking around lost in Milan for hours with a bulky, heavy backpack and two ridiculously sized pieces of luggage... Not an ideal way to kick off the first day.

After a few hours of that little joyride by way of shank's mare, my non-English speaking landlord decided to get with the program and come by to let me into my new digs. After taking a shower in something the size of a shoe box, I went down to the street, threw my hat Mary Tyler Moore-style up in the air and began an exploration of my new hood sans cumbersome baggage. Let's just say that things were off to a rocky start, but now I am settled and enjoying some Nutella and apples... 

Ciao