The 2026 Winter Olympics in Milan and Cortina concluded this past Sunday, and although I did not watch any of the coverage on television, it did remind me of my only visit to Milan, which was pretty brief, to say the least. Back in 2019, my sister Susan and I traveled to Paris and Italy, and after a number of days in Paris, we took the night train to Florence, which required a change of trains in Milan. We shared a compartment with 6 other people, and when it came time to retire for the night, the porter converted the compartment into 3 beds on each side. I got one of the top bunks, Susan sleeping just below me. As soon as the lights were off, everyone started complaining about the heat, and so someone opened the window, after which everyone complained about the noise. Eventually it was decided to just deal with the heat, after which I fell asleep, although afterwards I learned that most did not. The woman sleeping across from me complained about having to watch an older guy undress right in front of her, didn't sleep the entire night, and said she would never travel like that again. Susan was not able to sleep either, but said it was an interesting experience. As we got off the train in Milan, I took the photograph above, and as we headed to the terminal, we watched a train pulling out, which of course was the train to Florence. Why would it not be? We got tickets for the next train and still got to Florence before we could check into our bed and breakfast, although the couple that owned it were kind enough to keep our suitcases for us so we could wander around town a bit. Which was fun, since the whole area was from the 1400s or 1500s. All in all, a good day, at least for me. Good thing I can sleep anywhere, anytime. A useful trait.
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