I invite you to examine the map above. Notice where the ‘Ostello’ is. It’s right between the QT8 metro station and the Lotto metro station.
When we got to the youth hostel the first time, it was simple enough. Sign-boards guided us from the metro-station QT8 to the hostel.
On day two in Milan, we had different plans. We thought we would be a little adventurous. We were backpacking through Europe: we had to do cool, new things; we had to forge new paths!
We decided to begin by getting off at Lotto, instead of QT8. No crystal clear directions here, but we had a map, which we could use.
We walked enthusiastically.
Then we walked some more.
And we walked even further, wondering whether the hostel was equidistant from the two metro stations.
We had been told to get off at QT8, so we reasoned that Lotto must be a wee bit further on. A slightly longer walk.
So we walked.
None of the roads marked on the map was around. We could see nothing familiar. We avoided asking for directions until, finally, we seemed to have no choice. That’s when we had our episode with traffic-policemen and accosted a delivery-boy. The Italians spoke to us slowly, clearly, with elaborate gestures – but in Italian. We walked everywhere.
We reached and lived to tell the tale; that much is evident.
We were exhausted, but we looked at the sunny side of the deal. That day, we had achieved two things:
1) We had been planning to walk around our locality and get to know it: we could mark that off as done.
2) We learned the important lesson that at least our way, QT8 is MUCH closer to the hostel than Lotto.