Day Twenty: The Last

I am writing from a hotel in Milan, bone tired from a long day of craaaazy city driving (Vespas swarming like wasps...OH!) and hot, humid weather. Milan was a shock to the system after Bonvicino. I prefer the latter. Instead of fireflies and stars, we have noisy buses and litter.

On a final bright note, our last dinner in Italy was fantastic. We ate at a small restaurant (seating for maybe 20 people?) called Latteria. This is a neighborhood place with Milanese home cooking. It wasn't even like eating out. In a good way. I had brown rice with cauliflower, raisins, fennel, and pine nuts, and a chicory salad. Brad had a delicious puree of zucchini and a cold chicken and veal salad. Alex had gnocchi and then spaghetti. We shared all of the desserts. The chef, an older man (70's?) stopped at each table: "Molto bene?" It was a nice way to eat: a rustic, home cooked meal in a big city.

So, that's it for the Gallivanting Galliens...at least this trip. Thanks for reading!