One of the best ways to visit a foreign country is to visit friends who live in that country. That’s exactly what we did the first day we touched down in Milan. We drove a couple hours to the coast, up a winding, treacherous, coastal path, parked precariously, and met up with some friends of Will’s.
They treated us to a delicious home-cooked meal that consisted of:
Before dinner, Will and I had time to walk down the hill to the beach. Italian beaches there are different than the beaches in LA. It’s more rocky than sandy, with sharp under-water things that cut at my feet. The water is clearer and warmer. And there are tons of beach chairs for rent. I suppose it’s nice to relax in a chair with a cold beer, but we already brought a towel so we just spread that out and sat on it after we were tired from a swim.