Backpacking in Prada

Milano, oh dear. Sizzling and buzzing. Stylish and glamorous people with their designer clothes. Labels, labels, labels where ever you rest your eyes. And then there is us with our old jeans and t-shirts.

We had serious window shopping in the Quadrilatero D’Oro (Golden Quad) – the Fashion Mecca around Via Monte Napoleone, that is. Moschino, Dolce&Gabbana, Victor&Rolf, Gucci… you name it. Sometimes we sneaked in like small gray mice and tried to camouflage – but how the hell you can do that with top models (seriously!) and all the rest of the shoppers in that area?

Not all the shops were scary, though. In Armani a nice lady gave us chocolate samples: only 22 euros per 4 pieces. Were good, but not mindblowing. Prada though… I have always had a deep deep love for designer shoes and handbags. My heart was crying bloody tears for Prada bag, even a small small one. That would have been worth the rest of the trip.

Of course, African origin boys were selling fake Prada items on the streets. But I kept myself strict: if I cant afford the real thing, I wont buy anything. Maybe people wouldnt have noticed, but I would have always known the truth and felt cheap.

One day, I will have my Prada. In a while, I will sneak perfumeries and spray Prada perfume on me. At least I can smell nice!

Is this the future prize of water?

On that price, this water must be from the fountain of youth. This is Milano.

Maiku

Out to see the world

I cannot even think of a way to start my first post. I have used to blog but my unique and only way of blogging usually is just to put what comes into my mind on the page directly without formatting pure sentences which make sense. Now i will give it a try to explain my point of view clearly.

We are not crazy! And yes there is good hearted people still everywhere, we meet them everywhere, people that welcome us to their homes saying: “all I want is to help people”. The tool that we are using to get to know local people and to be able to do this trip, otherwise it wouldn’t have been possible.

We were living in some kind of a bubble , that’s where out of the bubble title came from. I had moved to Helsinki 2 years ago and found myself living in a daily routine which is amazing and very interesting but it just didn’t fit our dreams I guess. So simply, we decided to leave for a year to see the world.

Packing and arriving to Bergamo was a mission impossible but it was achieved. Now we are touring Italy as our first stop on our European tour with our little small budget.

I would like to end saying this, the moment I saw Venice yesterday made me in tears. Now, I see Maiku in a whole different way, I see how much she is happy with me here. Seeing the world in her eyes, being her art, history, tourism, map reading student is a pleasure. It’s not always heaven there are good and bad moments but we will go through it all together. By this, I dedicate my first post to my love and i tell her how happy I am to be with her now, to see the world and get out of the bubble hand in hand with her.

Ciao and see you soon in Italy, Lebanon, Finland, or the WORLDDDDDD!!!

Sasi

P. S : Hint about Milano: I was shocked it was so sexy and stylish that I really didn’t feel belonging there , not the best place to go else if you got a huge bank account and want to waste it on shopping in LV or Prada or… but still sitting on the roof of Il Duomo was amazing!