This weekend I went to Milan with a few friends. Visiting the tomb of St. Gianna Beretta Molla was definitely on my list of things to do while I was in Italy so I was thrilled to be able to do that. We left Florence early on Friday morning and took a train to Milan. The first place we visited was the Basilica of St. Ambrose and it was beautiful. He is buried in the crypt but this one was unlike any of the ones I have seen so far. When you walk down into the crypt you can see his skeleton through a glass wall. He is clothed in the garments of a bishop, he is even wearing his mitre! I don't know if they were hoping he would be incorruptible or something, but I was so surprised to walk down there and see his skeleton. After we finished up our visit there we got on a train and made our way to Magenta to find the Basilica of Saint Gianna. Once we arrived we got on a bus to Meserro and explored. I was expecting to find a huge Basilica dedicated to this beautiful saint. I was so surprised when arrived at a normal cemetery where hundreds of people were buried. In the corner of the cemetery is a simple mausoleum for the Molla family. Saint Gianna is interred there next to her husband Pietro who just died 2 years ago. It was so peaceful and a huge blessing to be able to pray in front of the tomb of this beautiful woman. I read in a book that someone described her has a woman of "great humility with an energetic strength of character" and I just thought that was one of the most beautiful things ever. After some prayer time I made friends with a sweet Italian woman named Pietrina. I was walking around when she came up and asked me something in Italian. I was so flustered by the Italian that I just smiled and shook my head at her. After she walked away I realized she had just asked "Dove abiti?" (Where do you live?) and I felt like I missed out on a great opportunity to practice my Italian so I went and found her again and said "Abito in America" (clearly, as if she hadn't figured it out by the fact that I was wearing my backpack on the front of my body), but she was so sweet. She smiled at me and we had a nice, very broken, conversation (she didn't speak a word of English and my Italian knowledge is extremely limited). Also, I have found that most people want to know where in America I am from, even though they usually only know California and New York. When I say "New Mexico" they usually respond with "Ohhh, Mexico!" Nope, not Mexico. But its pretty tough to explain this to people when we are speaking different languages. It makes for lots of awkward moments and funny stories later though! One of the things I miss most about home is strangers who speak English. Anyways, after we left the cemetery we went down the road to the Basilica dedicated to her. It was very simple but beautiful! On Saturday we took a train to Lake Como and spent the day exploring around that area. It was so beautiful! There was some sort of a boat race going on. It was really cool - these boats looked just like race cars and they went on this curvy path on the lake. There were a few helicopters flying right over them to film them so that is neat. We had a little picnic in the park and it was a great, relaxing day. We got up early Sunday morning to go to Mass at the Duomo in Milan. I tried to understand as much of the homily as I could and I actually kind of surprised myself with the amount that I picked up. It was "seminarian Sunday" and the priest talked about how no matter what our vocation is, every one of us is called to a vocation of joy. He said we all need to be joyful like little children and spread Christ's love through our joy. It was great. We finished the trip with some exploring through Milan and made it back to Florence in time for dinner.
Basilica of St. Ambrose.
Skeleton of St. Ambrose.
St. Gianna!
Very special prayer time in front of the tomb of a beautiful woman.
Altar dedicated to St. Gianna.
Lake Como.
A beautiful church near the lake. Unfortunately it was closed but it was pretty on the outside.
Awesome boat race on the lake.
Some random hands in a park.
The beautiful duomo in Milan. (Still not totally sure why they call it the "duomo", there is no dome...)
Inside of the duomo.






