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The track was the first place I visited, located inside the gorgeous Parco di Monza, which formerly made part of the grounds of the Villa Reale. What that means is that this lovely building (as shown below) was the summer house of the Royal Family in Italy. Nice.

The first thing I noticed about the citizens of Monza was that they all wear incredibly nice shoes. There is no such thing as being "over-dressed" in Italy; they really do take care in their appearance. The "Monza" fashion is (generally speaking) high boots with tight jeans, and puff jackets or trench coats for warmth. Of course, it is obligatory to “adapt” myself to every cultural aspect I face…

This "Monza" high fashion is most definitely justified, being part of the Province of Milan. Living in a fashion capital definitely has its upsides, such as Milan Fashion Week:

There are some "right old characters", all over the world.

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Milan is also home to many exciting and beautiful buildings. I spend a lot of my time (not money…I have none.) wandering the streets...

But, the best part of all is the FOOD. The first restaurant which I would like to share with you is called Luini.



Yep. That’s Luini alright. It makes the best toasted sandwich or “Panzerotto” EVER. Like, literally, in the world. This type of delicious lunch time snack is not made anywhere else in the world, and because of such there is always a big queue outside. It is, however, extremely worth it. I’m not sure I’ve tasted anything so deliciously cheesy in my life. Right, Rachel Argo?

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The other place which is so typically “Italian” is the Tramonto di Desio. This is a quaint pizzeria, but that hides it’s true identity.

(Yep - That’s the son tossing a MAHOOSIVE pizza…)

I am indeed a reliable witness to just how amazing these pizzas are. I realise just how lucky I am to be able to eat the best pizzas in Italy.

So, this is just a little taster of my life in Italy. I won’t tell you about other things, like my several journeys on a vespa, because my mum is probably reading this.

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