It took a while to get used to the fact that none of the restaurants in Milan open until 7. Eating dinner at 7 in Italy is the equivalent of eating dinner with the senior citizens at 4 in the U.S. But dinner starts with complimentary prosecco and ends with limoncello, so it’s not as hard to adapt as one would think.
From Milan we took a day trip to Lake Como, where we hopped on a boat tour. We got close enough to George Clooney’s house that we probably could have gotten on his wi-fi, if only we knew his password. Our tour guide also pointed out the House of Gucci and House of Versace, and then I really wished we could get on the wi-fi so I could find out what those are and be properly impressed. See below for some photos of neither of those houses.
On the tour, Leo practiced his imitation of a house.
It makes more sense when you see what he was looking at.
We stopped at Bellagio for lunch and pretty views. This next photo is sponsored by Rocco’s Blasted Hoodie.
With an hour left on the boat ride, Leo got bored. Fortunately we had a single paper towel that Vincenzo turned into an hour-long magic show, full of twists and turns that kept Leo laughing. “Vincenzo! There are two paper towels!” (Psst—there were three paper towels.)
The next day we visited a shopping center that made Las Vegas seem like a strip mall by comparison.
It was pretty popular.
This little church nearby was pretty popular too.
But I know how to fix that.
For our other full day in Milan we hit up the Leonardo da Vinci Science Museum. Leonardo da Vinci is to Leo as Morocco is to Rocco.
Like the FIFA museum, the LDV museum tricked us into learning about things on display by making it so fun, we didn’t realize we were reading. For example, Vincenzo thought he was actually watching TV here.
Hold up—Leo has to take a call.
There was some nice art inside.
And some naughty art outside.
Whoops, I mean knotty art. (I’ll be here all night, folks!)
And of course, there was boba.
After a couple days in Italy, Vincenzo’s hair started doing this cool thing.
To review, V’s hair in the U.S.:
V’s hair in Italy:
I guess his hair was happy to have finally found its Italian roots. (That’s right—all night!)
But seriously, am I the only one freaking out about how much his hands look like those of a grown man in this photo?