Lauren and I went to Milan for our two-year anniversary. The city was clean, convivial, and full of amazing architecture... oh, and food. We loved it. All the Italian stereotypes we've heard our whole lives confirmed themselves: Italians gesticulate a lot, they love bottled water, and they eat a lot of gelato. On our last night in the city we went to the canal which houses a lot of little restaurants, venues, and a little artist community. It was almost too picturesque. I could live there.
The next day we took the train to Lake Como before heading home. We rode the boat around the lake for a while and just hung out. It seemed like we had entered into a secret, walled-off, rich person's communal paradise. It was like dream, I didn't feel like we were really there and the whole day passed by like a few fleeting minutes. Getting home was insane; in the end, we rode a train, a bus, a car, a plane, and a boat all in the same day. Yeah.
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