Sardinia

After about a week ish of working (which involves mainly playing with a toddler, or reading while he sleeps) I had some time off to do pretty much whatever I wanted. I spent one day wandering around Milan, hyperventilating over amazing clothes, and going to the Brera museum for a couple hours. Seeing works of art in real life is so much better than looking at a powerpoint presentation in a classroom in crappy Idaho. Art history classes should only be available as a study abroad. I would pay for that. (well, I mean the government would pay for that) Also, I've fallen in love with the duomo in Milano. I could take pictures of it all day.

On Thursday I woke up at 5am to catch an early flight to Sardegna. I spent the next few days visiting my friend Zak who is living in Sassari right now for an internship. We mostly just ate a lot of pizza, gelato, and other junk food. But, we walked around all day too, so it's fine, right? Super worth it. A festival celebrating the culture of Sardegna was happening while I was there too, so that was pretty sweet. Concerts at ancient ruins, people wearing traditional Sardinian dress, people selling useless crap, lots of people. Cool. Mostly I just liked that there were a lot of cats roaming around the streets. I love cats. 

We took the bus to some nearby places like Castelsard (castle of Sardegna), and on Saturday we went to the beach in Patamona. We laid there for like 4 hours, and I got a stupid sunburn, but it's my own fault. I hardly ever use sunscreen, and I don't really care. I probably already have cancer. I've accepted it.

I woke up at 5am on Sunday to walk 30 minutes down to catch the only bus to the airport. Then sat in the airport for a couple hours before my flight. I was back in Milano by 10am, ready to sleep for awhile. For dinner we went to Lecco, a beautiful city on a lake about 30 minutes away. Too bad it was pouring rain the whole time, so walking around wasn't necessarily going to happen.