Tuesday: Go West, Young Men. We filled up on breakfast and walked aboard the 9:14 to Milan. It was an IC (Intercity) train but getting here seemed to take awhile. I know there were sections where we were roaring along at 140 kph because as I could see the rail speed signs along the way. Our car was comfortable with separate six-passenger cabins. They always remind me of how train travel should be. They're the type where short fiction takes place or the scene from a movie occurs. Nothing dramatic happened on our way here though.
Although we got into the Milan Central Station at 12:45, it took a while before we found a hotel. Things seem more spread out. The station itself is undergoing reconstruction but is quite awesome. I'll have to research on the Internet after I get home to find out its history. It obviously was built to impress. Mussolini era?
We're in a hotel called Charly. It's two blocks to the green line on the subway. I guess we'll hang around tomorrow and see several famous things, like cathedrals. Milan feels a little more typically European.