I was so excited to be in Milan that I think I hyped it up beyond what it could deliver. I wasn't disappointed by any means, nor was I underwhelmed. I think perhaps, I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't and still can't process. Here I was, in a city I had dreamed about visiting, and it all seemed...bland. That's never been used to describe Milano before, that I can assure you. Don't get me wrong. The Duomo, the Galleria, Santa Maria della Grazie, Lake Como, Albini's factory, and old Bergamo were breath taking. I was so ready to go, that once I got there I felt a little "blah."
I just found myself wishing for something else. How's that for blunt? I loved Milano. And I enjoyed my time there immensely. Something was just missing. This trip felt very disconnected from how amazing Lyon was. Maybe that's my problem. I'm trying to compare my time in Lyon with my time in Milan. They are two separate cities, with two different groups of people, in two totally different countries.
Lesson of the day: Reign in your expectations.
I knew so little about Lyon when I went. And I loved every second. I knew a decent bit about Milan and was left feeling empty. My expectations for Lyon were low, and my expectations for Milan were high. So what does that mean going forward? I'm not sure, I'm going to London next, but thankfully I have this week and weekend, filled with school so that I can stop being so pensive and maybe attempt to get my expectations in order.
Check back later for a more bubbly typical SK Milano post readers.