Where are we: Italy
Day One: Milan
Distance: 320 miles
Riding time: Five hours, three pit stops.
Weather: Perfect blue sky, 95 F most of the way.
Where we stayed:Watttredici Hotel
Cost B&B: 69 euro for two, with a breakfast to feed a king, queen and all of Italy, and then some.
First Impressions: Red bricks, orange tiled roofs along the coastal drive, looked like marmalade
spreading towards the blue sea. Italian style driving over 100 mph on the
freeway! Sculpture facades. Men in business suits with chic shoes and no socks. Young women in the shortest shorts and shortest skirts, large rectangular cobble stone, old fashion trams, friendly-talkative-wonderful people!
Our hotel, (part of the deal I made with French Husband, remember?)
The first thing I did when we arrived in Milan, was jump in the shower. French Husband wanted to jump in to… but I reminded him that HE wanted to rough it! Remember?
Oh there is nothing like a hot shower. Glorious.
The Watttredici hotel is modern, delightful, and spacious.
Then we headed for the center of Milan, the road was cobbled with large rectangular stones. I was in love instantly.
We hopped on Willow and went through a million back streets, it was wonderful! It felt like "A Roman Holiday"! We rode right into the city square! Wow, was the first word we uttered.
One of the many windows of the Duomo. A masterpiece of sculptures. I kept bumping into people as I was too busy looking up.
Milan Galleria Vittorio Emanuele, Enormous covered passage way, filled with shops and has mosaic marble floor… stunning.
While riding on the bike, from Marseille to Milan, I started to fall asleep. (It is a serious problem I have: Falling asleep at the wheel, and on motorcycles.) I could not stay awake, even though I sang out loud, pinched myself, chewed gum… it was hopeless, and dangerous. I motioned French Husband to pull over at the next gas station. When we arrived, I sluggishly got off and slept-walked into the station and bought a RED BULL.
It was the worse tasting thing I have ever had.
But, boy oh boy did it do the trick. I was HYPER awake the rest of the trip, and probably for the rest of my life! Sparkling edge, senses sharpened, Sleep no more!
Thank you dear Sacha for telling me about Red Bull, I might never be the same.
Rose colored facades adorn the city, at sunset it was gorgeous! You must go on the roof top of the Duomo, AMAZING!
Pretty ladies standing tall, so Italian, chic and comfortable in there skin.
Had dinner at a jammed pack restaurant called Be Bop. Their menu was a mile long, and full of vegetarian fair. The pizza was made on a paper thin, and I mean thinner than a potato chip crust! It was incredible.
There was an old fashion trolley car that was a dinner car and rode through the city. It looked very romantic, so we followed it and that is how we found Be Bop.
Because French Husband thought we needed a a little more adventure to our ride to Prague he entered us in a motorcycle show in Italy, can you see us?
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