The Last Supper…and Also the First

When I booked the flight to Milan, it wasn’t to see Milan…it was just because Milan was the cheapest city to fly into.

So, I didn’t have high expectations. Milan is a large metropolitan city with skyscrapers and the fashion capital of the world – which didn’t impress me.

But it has a lot of history.

As I walked upon Plaza del Duomo it brought back memories of visiting the Duomo in Florence. Duomo is just an Italian cathedral. But in Italy, nothing is just a cathedral. They go big with everything.

Years and years of building the white cathedral that looked like a birthday cake with its many spires like candles ready to be blown out. The beauty of the stained glass windows, which houses the most in any place. The bigness of the inside causes one to get lost in the tiny details.

It just is remarkable of the craftsmanship.

As we left we walked through the city and witnessed the largest castle in Italy. Once again, Italians do not just do castles. They build big ones.

Finally we ended our journey stepping back in time to a monastery where monks would eat their dinner besides Leonardo di Vinci’s masterpiece, The Last Supper.

I have seen Michelangelo’s masterpiece, The Sistine Chapel, a couple of times but this was the first time to witness this epic mural.

This mural isn’t a small painting, but it is huge.

It is said Da Vinci painted Jesus and the Disciples so large so when the monks were eating they would think the mural was life size.

It is unbelievable to see such a historic piece of art a few feet away. I love art. Hearing the process, the story, the reason. It’s like listening to a writer explaining why he writes or a singer saying why she sings.

I love knowing the backstory.

Because doesn’t everything have a backstory?

We may see someone’s perfect life, but we don’t see the struggles. We witness their grand feats, but we don’t see the times of failure.

Sometimes the backstory is better than the final product.

We finally left the monastery after 15 minutes of being in the small room and went to our hotel.

We quickly got ready for our first official supper in Italy. And some gelato for desert.

So here’s to Milan…both suppers were pretty impressive.

Peace

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