Sleeping In Before the Best Class of the Trip
Some days exist purely to prove you wrong about yourself. Day 3 set out to do exactly that from the moment we woke up. We needed no alarm, since our 11:00 cooking class (making pasta and tiramisu) in Navigli meant we didn’t have to leave until 10:30. We took a slow morning, and honestly, we needed it after two days of nonstop walking. Underneath the leisurely pace, real anticipation was building. We were about to learn to make pasta and tiramisu from scratch. I had long assumed both were far beyond me.
Making Pasta From Scratch (It’s Easier Than You Think)
I could not have been more wrong, and it was the best kind of wrong to be. Making pasta turned out nothing like the intimidating, machine-dependent process I’d built up in my head. It needed no special equipment and no hours of fuss, just technique. Technique clicks faster than you’d think when someone patient stands next to you showing you how. By the end of the class, I was practically shaking with excitement to try it at home.
The Tiramisu Surprise
Tiramisu delivered the same jolt of surprise. I’d always filed this dessert under pastry-chef sorcery. It turned out entirely, joyfully within reach. We walked out of that class with plates licked clean, feeling like we’d been let in on a secret.
Our First Tram Ride: Milan’s Chinatown
Riding the high, we hopped on our very first tram of the trip, a small thing, but it had us grinning like kids. It carried us out to Milan’s Chinatown, which genuinely exists here, just at a fraction of the scale you’d find in New York.
A Detour Toward Monnalisa
A second tram carried us toward the Coruli area. We got a little lost trying to figure out which line would drop us near Monnalisa, a children’s clothing store on our shopping list. The app I had downloaded was no help. Had to eventually give up on the trams and walk the rest of the way back to the apartment. Arrived back around 4:30, buzzing and footsore in equal measure. It was time for the now-familiar ritual of chilling and showering before heading back out.
Dinner at Barragan
Dinner brought us to Barragan, a Mexican restaurant that blew past every expectation I had. The margaritas showed real precision, and the food tasted nothing short of exquisite. After a day spent discovering how effortless truly good cooking can be, it felt like the perfect note to end on: someone else performing that same magic trick for us, one more time, before bed.
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