Okayyyyt, so it’s time to write about my trip to Milan. Yay! I was actually waiting for this moment, but I kept putting it aside and I hadn’t given myself time to do it. Anyway, here I am and let me tell you something real quick before I begin: I LOVED MILAN SO MUCH!

The day before leaving I was looking forward to it already. Between packing all my stuff, looking for cool things to do while I was there, and talking to my loved ones about it, omg I swear I was so impatient!

So I had to wake up so so early, I mean, early for me haha. I woke up around 5 am to take an Uber to Chatelet station and then the train to the airport. Actually waiting wasn’t too bad, and I got super early to my gate, which gave me plenty of time to have breakfast and chill a little bit. Funny fact was that while everyone was having their traditional French type breakfast: croissant, pain au chocolat, coffee, jus; I was having a bagel, with prosciutto and onion, hahaha. At 7 am! Incredible, right?

Anyway, my flight was super smooth and I loved it. It went by so fast, and since the very first moment the airplane was taking off, I was like “hell yeah, love this feeling”. I love airplanes. I love traveling. Love adventure. Love treating myself with nice trips to new places. I simply love it so much!

Something I’ll never forget is this feeling I got when I was at the train station at Cardona, already 15 min walking from downtown and the hotel, 15 minutes from Il Duomo, Teatro dal Verme, etc, etc. And I was just walking and thinking that I seriously dreamt about going to Italy since I was little! Italy was always on top of my list. And there I was, on a cold winter Sunday morning, walking in the city of Milano, by myself, feeling free, at peace, happy, excited.

I felt so lucky.

I felt so thankful and blessed.

I felt so proud of myself for always being strong no matter what. Even if things get hard. Even if the path gets rough. I’m my own cheerleader, always making sure to lift me up and keep going.

That’s how I made to Milano on a beautiful solo trip.

Oh man, thank you life.

Honestly everything was exquisite there. The language, the food, the architecture, the culture, everything! It was like a dream. I mean, it was indeed one of my dreams came true.

But then, there’s something that even gave me a deeper feeling. It took me to another level. No words exactly to describe the sensation I felt.

I’m talking about Ludovico Einaudi’s concert. Oh my, it was exquisite. It was beautiful, captivating, profound… Ohlala, really no words to describe it more.

I even got chills and goosebumps when listening to the keynotes. It was beyond perfect. And of course, asides from the satisfying sound of the melody itself, the feeling I got within me was surreal. I felt so in touch with myself. So loved, so proud, so happy.

So I can really say that going to Milano was a gift I decided to make to myself. I wanted to spoil me, treat me with something that would remind me one more time of how beautiful life is.

And again, ti amo Milano.