PREGO PREGO PREGO per favore!!!!!!!

• Italians are strange.. And extremely afraid of anyone not speeking italian. We have seen and met a bunch of characters during our five days in Milan. Sunny, hot summerdays in Milan in September. Well deserved, I think! Right now, im sitting on the couch with a bunch of clothes on and freezing! Its 14degrees outside. And raining. FufuFun! Funny to think that just 18 hours ago i was sitting in a taxi in shorts and singlet, sweating! Well, it is nice to get back... And extremely healthy for my bankaccount! :S
• Funniest night must have been in the bar with the DJ/makeup artist who couldnt take a hint. Even after us telling him that we were 5 single mums/newly converted lesbians on a romantic holiday he still sat there. And the git didnt even have the courtesy to buy us drinks! .... "ai amme a makeupartiste. ai havve ai bjutifuuul work.. ai worke wit lancome" woop woop really cool. little less make up on yourself next time maybe? well, we had some laughs on his behalf... :)
• I am not sure what we spent more money on... Clothes or great food and drinks.. italian gelato is the BEST! and risotto, panini, pasta, pizza, foccaccia! New thing on my to buy-list: italian cookbook:) oh, just remembered the one place we had lunch. It was not far away from the big fancy shops at Piazza Duomo and quite busy. We had some salads and ciabattas, and after the food Cissi bought a coffee. The waiter gave us the bill together with the coffee, and the cheeky bastard almost took the money out of our hands before we had counted them. "Prego prego" We tried telling him to calm down, but he kept buzzing around us almost taking the chairs away from under us before cissi had finished her coffee. No tip for that guy... Incredibly annoying. Italians really need to take a chillout-pill!
• Either that or a learn-english-pill! In almost all the shops we walked into, we were treated like ghosts! No eyecontact after we replied their CIAO with a wobbly ciao hello. You could see the fear in their eyes. "oh no, parlare inglese" WHAt to do? And if we asked them anything they replied in italian. again and again. Maybe they hoped that we magically would understand it the fourth time they said it.? well, i actually did, but dont tell the italians that. After learning english, german, and un petite french i must have picked up some handy words. So we mostly understood what they meant:)
• well, i better stop soon. no time to say too much about the teenager with a hard-on in the queue for climbing. Or that one of us was mistaken for a prostitute.. Or the stubby short gay guy trying to trick us into a fake outlet. Pictueres are more fun!