Obika Milano

The second stop on the tour was Milan, and I was nervous that my freshly hatched plan to have a meal with a local would fall through as I didn’t know anyone in Milan, and I was only going to be there for a few quick working nights. As it happened, we had a meeting with the local office of another non-profit about how we could collaborate, and two of the local volunteers took us to dinner at Obika mozzarella bar.

As it was a crew of English and Italian campaigners, the conversation naturally drifted to politics. I identified with the Italians as the tone in their voice and look in their eye when describing the state of Italian politics and Prime Minister Berlusconi matched the same pain that I used to have when describing American politics in the age of W. Bush. It’s somewhat ironic that the man who destroyed America’s image abroad now provides a source of identification and camaraderie.

Dinner finished with them insisiting on paying for the wine, and winning the argument by speaking to the waiter in Italian. Thanks for the evening guys!