You’re going to hurl shards of glass and bitchy looks at me. For the longest time, I had an aversion to visiting Italy. There, I admitted it.
I’d find myself at the Milano train station, with the full intention to see Florence or Venice but then I’d freeze.
A faint voice originated from the arched ceilings of glass and light, carrying down, and then sonically landing in my ear. “Don’t go.”
It just never felt right at the time, so I’d book a train ticket anywhere else instead. Munich. Paris. Madrid.
It was unfair to Italy wasn’t it? It’s not Italy’s fault.
Once I finally got there a friend sternly reminded me of something important: 80% of the world’s art is in Italy.
I think Italy has forgiven me, so it’s my mission to do it justice. Thus, I’ll give you a teaser of my time there, with more to come!