Just a little digression back to Milan. I knew I was in Italy when everyone was eating pizza at 7 in the morning. Personally, I didn't feel up to it, but maybe on the way back. It looked and smelled delicious. Wonder how I'll pay in Euros?!
Maybe it was lucky I had extra time in Milan, I went into the bathroom and couldn't figure out how to get out of the bathroom stall. For the life of me I couldn't unlock the door! I was very glad that I knew the word for "HELP" in Italian, just in case I needed it.
