Arrival

10:51 AM, GMT +1

I'm exhausted. I've been up since 11 AM PT, and I've had two egg mcmuffins, a bread roll, a danish, two servings of wannabe orange chicken, a tray of airplane food, and a danish that was about 2 square inches. I am tired.

I'm in Milan, in a "student lounge" room that's smaller than my dorm room, smelling like a pair of old, wet socks. Covered in deoderant. And I'm waiting for the bus to take me to a farm for orientation. A farm.

What can I say about Milan? It's a city. It's a city with an ugly exterior, but also an ugly interior.

I'm preparing to conquer it very soon. Armed with nought but my wit and a 2-megapixel camera (thanks mom), I shall create a beautiful side of this ugly, ugly city.