sure, i ended up here because i missed my train and no one spoke english. or maybe i wanted to avoid that one friend who mentions luigi’s ball in every conversation. either way, here i am in como, where the air smells like grandma’s lentil soup and the sun isn’t shy about burning. 26.79°c is the temp, but honestly, it feels like carrying a dessert in a sock. humidity’s 34%, which is either a blessing or a curse depending on if you’re naked+wanting to melt. let’s talk about this place like we’re at a party and everyone’s half-asleep.

quick answers

q: is this place worth visiting?
ans: yeah, if you like cheapness and the kind of boredom that makes you wonder if pigeons are judging your life choices. there’s a market here where vegetables look like they’ve seen too many betrayals, and the gelato is so sweet it’ll make you question your life. avoid it if you hate surprises.

q: is it expensive?
ans: no way. hostels go for €10 a night. even the ‘local’ cafes #dontsellthis to foreigners. but if you start ordering cream pasta at 10 pm, you’re on your own. that’s on you.

q: who would hate it here?
ans: anyone who wants a quiet cup of coffee without being sung to by a bard. or someone who thinks 27°c is cool. maybe a librarian? libraries are spam canvases here.

q: best time to visit?
ans: may. july is like being kissed by a radiator. may’s ‘moderate’ and the crowds are still too busy pretending to care about roman ruins.

como (maybe?). a place where time forgot to show up

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