Day 11: Milan
Whew….
It’s been a whirlwind today. After
that brief moment in Florence…with wifi, since it’s hopefully obvious I do not
have it for this post. But we safely arrived in Milan, the fashion capital….and
let me just say I don’t care what you call high fashion but it should only be
called expensive. I’ve seen shirts…shirts for over 300 euros.
Besides
that issue its interesting to be here in Milan, because it is a lot more modern
than any of the other cities we’ve visited. It may have something to do to
reconstruction after WWII, but its definitely a different place. The part of
town we are based in is a bit more of downtown, and with that comes expensive
things, rich cars, fancy clothes, and a cleaner/ sharper look landscape. It’s
still weird to adjust to, and I definitely notice that It’s not at all my
favorite compared even to Rome.
We
managed to get over to their Duomo, which is a late Gothic period and its
gorgeous. I stood and walked around it for a good half hour as I studied the
sculptures and the beautiful scenes of the birth and death of Christ. The
pieces were moving, and it continues to build in me a desire for fine art and
excellence in it. I don’t know beyond hard work how to get there, but I hope
this trip helps clarify that. These ancient pieces are truly incredible, and
they remind me how beautiful and rich (in a non-monetary way) art can be. Even
the inside is mind blowing, less ornate than the Basilica’s of Florence or
Rome, but the sheer size of them and their stain glasses transform the air of
the place. It definitely reinforces worship.
It
was beautiful around the city, and when I went exploring I found beautiful
gardens, futurist sculptures, and just new buildings. This is definitely more
of a modern city. It’s not even the buildings that show it but just the
lifestyles. The people and the things they buy show this modern culture.
Something
I noticed today about the people and lifestyle here, probably more in
comparison to what I’ve seen thus far.. Appearance is by far the most important
thing…well visibly that is. It sort of made me sick and distraught seeing it
all. The cars, the clothes, the jewelry, the way people held themselves, and threw
their appearance and at the essence of that, their bodies out there. Now, don’t
go crazy and think that I’m a strictly Goodwill kind of guy, because I
seriously love a good suit, a nice sweater vest and tie, and generally looking
sharp. BUT, please take a moment…
Is it necessary?
Is it really necessary, for all of it? I don’t think so, I
guess I shouldn’t rush into judgment, and I hope it doesn’t come off that way.
I just keep thinking about how this city is a good example of how things in
modern cultures, such as ours in American are so consumeristic and so materialistic.
Assisi had very little of that. People looked well presented, yet weren’t
gaudy, or uncomfortable looking. Beyond the tourists, it almost seemed like
everyone was trying to be the next Hollister (American example for the sake of
helping you understand this following image),….name some girls fashion brand,
or run way model. It was interesting, and on my tired state… I have to admit
annoying when it maybe should have been more sad.
Especially
down in the fashion district, I noticed just excess. It got me thinking, and
its definitely something I need to be aware of when I’m home. I know I’m not to
the level I noticed here, and in truth its subtle here, it seems normal, but
still I need to learn to have this type of perspective even on myself. I need
to be able to analyze myself.
It
made me enjoy the simplest thing today as well. Walking along a sidewalk with
the gentle breeze moving around me and through the dancing trees that shaded
the walk next to a artistically done graffiti wall. It smelled like clean air
(because if I haven’t mentioned it in any of these….Italians smoke worse that
coal plants. I’ve never seen so many walking around with cigarettes even unlit
ones just waiting to light up.) It even smelled a bit like home. I loved it. It
smelled like my West Michigan, and it smelled like grass and trees, and gentle
summer breeze. It felt like walking down any sidewalk back home. I needed it,
and I’m grateful that God helps me recognize that He blessed me with that. It
was so needed, it rejuvenated me for the day tomorrow (hopefully) so I can
enjoy this short time here in Milan before heading off to the Alps!