

Milan, Italy
The morning of my flight to Milan I learned that it is a mistake to run in Madrid at 6:00 a.m. (picture people coming home from the clubs drunk and hollering "guapa" at me). Oh viva España...
A quick shower and a long metro ride later, I was boarding an EasyJet flight to Milan. Taking my seat, I realized I was privileged to sit next to a 20-something who was the definition of Euro-trash or Euro-fab, I'll let you decide. This tío had the typical tigh...