Picture this: IL Duomo de Milano right in front of you, pigeons flying everywhere, a soft guitar in the distance and a singer that melts your heart with the latest pop song but it is the acoustic version. The Vittorio Emmanuelle galleries grand entrance on your left. Now, imagine it is New Year’s Eve, the place is crowded and you are doing your best to not lose sight of your kid. Well, at least it got more realistic.
On my last trip, I had the apparently great idea to venture into northern Italy with my little family, no less. I thought Milan is a cool destination, it is nice to walk through but not necessarily a living museum (like Rome), so it has the potential to be a little bit kid friendly right? Right? I mean there is even a giant park on the back of a castle. Moreover, who doesn’t like to eat pizza in Italy?
Well, it turns out it did not turn out to be the easiest of trips. We did get to walk around the most iconic squares, we went into a food coma; the giant park was an absolute success with the little one and all and all it was a nice change of scenery. The catch? There is always a catch, duh. By the third day of traveling (one before we went back home), our little man was not so enthusiastic about going on walks or visiting a cool coffee house, or even waiting for five minutes to get a table at a restaurant.
Of course, we decided to call it a day after lunch. At least we got to buy the cutest souvenirs: a couple of tiny Ferraris from a bending machine in the Ferrari store itself! My husband was even happier than my son was. It had to be said. The final gelatos were also present and off we went, back to the rental apartment to get cozy and watch some cartoons because, well, you know why.
The next morning we began our journey back and it was not very smooth. The poor little guy had had it with his parents’ crazy ideas, and by the time we got to the airport the melt down was in full force. Needless to say, we agreed to stop traveling for a few months. I hope next summer oversees is kinder to us.
