I have no idea what the Italian policy is for public sleeping, but whatever the case, my nap in the library was much needed. These past few days have been a whirlwind of emotion. I love this city. From the gritty sidewalks and lack of traffic laws to the unexpected rain storms, but, it exhausts me.
Milan reminds me so much of myself, or rather, what I would like to become. This weekend, I went to a rehearsal at the famed La Scala Opera house. The building was destroyed several times during WWII, yet they dug through the ruin and began again, making the opera house a monument to the Italian love of beauty.
Unlike Americans, the Italians often keep the ruin along with the new renovation. It is a constant reminder of where they have been and where they are going. It is a constant part of them that they acknowledge and move beyond.
Alas, I'm rambling.
Ciao ciao.
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