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So while Fabiano had a wedding to go to in Switzerland (thanks for the red cross oven glove, honey!) I took the opportunity to visit Milan and Bologna, two places I had not been to before. Liked Milan; loved Bologna. It's got miles of covered porticoes, built to accomodate people on horseback (whoops, forgot to pack mine) which mean you can walk down the street for hours sheltered from the sun and rain.

Travelling as a single female in Italy is quite an experience though. At first the whistles and cat-calls are quite flattering (like the marriage proposal I got while walking down the street from a tram driver driving his tram, complete with ringing of the bell), but after a while fending off the offers to be 'shown around their town' gets quite tiring.

I blame this eagerness on the fact they all live at home; the equation single girl + hotel room + leaving tomorrow = one thing.