Un verre di vino rosso si vous pláit.

Made it to Milan and not a problem to speak of... except for the language. I can't seem to switch between the pigeon french that we survived on and the bare bones, comedy value Italian that will dominate the next four days. Anyway, I'm sure it'll come.

We woke fine and sat in a park overlooking the lake until our train departed. Mark got slightly sunburnt/tanned, much to his delight!

The train journey was as spectacular as we had hoped, and the train itself was the best we've been on (I didnt think that would sound as boring as it does.)

So we made our way to the hostel/hotel which is fantastic too; it is definitely a hotel but at a reduced rate because we've heard Milan empties in August as everyone heads for somewhere less stiflingly hot. Right now we're sat in a bar watching an electric storm unfold above the city drinking red vino. You might be picturing a romantic scene, but it's really not.

Ok, ciao for now, and any other cliché farewells!
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