The plan after leaving my campsite for the evening was to head to Verona and get some lunch, then move on towards Brescia to sleep for the night. I definitely didn't make it out of Verona. I had a relaxing lunch and couldn't get myself to move on anymore for the day. I was just too tired.
That being said, I decided to just go ahead and get a hostel for the evening and rest the remainder of the day away. It turned out to be a good decision because the sleep came easily and lasted forever.
I woke up the next day really relaxed and ready to tackle the day. My ride for this day was to be my first century in Italy, a nice 107 mile ride to Milan. I got into the city and from experience immediately got to work trying to find a hostel. After quite a bit of looking, I finally found a place that was nice and cheap and they even had a laundry room that I could wash my clothes in.
I rested up a bit and was planning on taking it easy for the night. After checking emails and the such (and paying for the privilege to do so), I went out to grab something to eat. As always, I went the cheap route and headed for a kebab place. Luckily in Italy, all these places also serve pizza so I decided to go with that instead.
After eating, I headed back to the hotel and walked past a huge group of cyclists. This is at around 11:00 pm, mind you, so I know it can only be one thing: a critical mass is happening right in front of me in Milan, Italy. Now, I'm always one for following the rules on the road but this was too much to resist.
I found a guy and asked him if they could wait for just a minute while I ran to the hostel and grabbed my bike. He was cool with someone else joining up so he said sure. I took off and luckily was only about half a block away from the hostel. I returned with my bike right as the 800-person-strong group was taking off and joined right in.
I found the guy who I talked with earlier and spoke with him for a bit more. Apparently this happens every single Wednesday night from about 10 p.m. to midnight with around the same amount of people every time. It was really cool to be a part of, only because it was my first (and probably last) critical mass, and it happened upon me so spontaneously. That and the fact that it happened after a century ride and it was in Milan.
It was a good night. I headed back to the hostel all smiles and went to bed feeling pretty awesome. The next day was to be a rest day anyway, because I had been making good time and was a day ahead of schedule.
I used the rest day for just that. Instead of walking around like I usually do, I took the entitled route and got a day-long metro pass and rode the subway everywhere for the day. It was good to rest the legs. I saw a bit of the city and just spent the day doing pretty much nothing. Tomorrow I'd be heading to Verbania to watch another stage of the Giro.