Turns out everything I was told about Milan was a lie. People said:

- "Don't worry, everyone speaks English" - LIE.

In fact, it is quite the opposite. NO ONE speaks english. And anyone who knows me knows full well that I do not speak Italian. Not out of choice but due to lack of skill. So how the majority of my friends here are italian, i do not understand. Our cnversations consist of me saying "non posso parlare italiano" and then they will ask where I'm from and then there is alot of awkward smiling and laughing and then I will use my poor italian skills to convey that I have some important errand to do. Anyone who knows me will also know of my hate for small chat/awkwardness and that if left in that sort of situatin, I get hives on my face. Right now I have 3 and I am in an empty computer room. Imagine a night out. Actually, I'm pretty sure one of them is a mosquito bite - sexy.

Lie # 2 - "it's freezing in Milan"

I'm not normally a whiney person but if I'm cold, I get really sad and it's not fun for anyone so I went to Hi-Wy and also more shops when I got here and ended up spending about £300 on warm winter clothes. It is not only hot in Milan, it is BOILING. It is 29 degrees everyday - no exaggeration. In England if this was the situation, everyone would be running outside in bikinis. In Milan, if you wear anything above your knee or not covering your shoulders you get sexually abused in the street. I honestly didn't know that men could be that vulgar and openly perverted and I'm only talking about the police! Which fills everyone with confidence that if they had a problem, going to the police is more likely to add more hassle/rape. So this leaves girls with 2 options, either sweat to death but maintain your dignity, or still be hotter than average temperature but get shouted at in the street. Two useful words, "Va fancula."