Yes, that’s me spinning around like an idiot. This is the famous “Galleria” in Milan. The idea is that you place your heel into the bull’s balls and spin around for good luck. Let’s hope it works!
Yesterday I took the train to Milan to meet up with a new friend. This was a new experience for me and one I thoroughly enjoyed. I made a new friend on the Internet and we agreed to meet half way in Milan for lunch. Although my husband was a bit concerned I was about to be kidnapped and forced into working in a prostitution ring, I was pretty confident that my connection with this new friend was real (but for safety’s sake I still gave him her photo, phone number and email address just in case).
I have ventured out alone on a few trains, but this was my first trip to Milan. I started off by investigating train tickets online. Like everything else in life, it seemed like an easy enough task until I tried to actually purchase the ticket. After creating a user account with “trenitalia” I tried to buy my ticket online with no such luck (it wouldn’t accept my debit card).
Plan B: Print itinerary and go to train station to buy ticket with cash. Seems simple enough, but as I have learned from past experience here in Italy, no one sweats the details and customer service is not a well-known mantra here. No sooner did I walk away from the ticket booth and check my ticket to make sure she wasn’t sending me to Timbuktu, did I realize that I was arriving in Milan Friday and going there Saturday. Huh? How is that possible when I am still here in Genoa? Back I go, ask her to change my ticket and viola I was all set!
So, if I can tag on a travel tip just for the heck of it, it would be this: Always check the details on your ticket before leaving the ticket desk. Especially in Italy. Even with an exact print out of the train times and dates highlighted they still managed to screw it up. (Sadly, it seems to me that nobody gives a flying fart about their job or accountability in the world) If I had just boarded the train the next day someone would have been in my reserved seat and I would have missed out on meeting a new friend and having a new adventure.