Was it worth it to pay 26 Euros to take a 20 minute gondola ride? Absofuckinglutely.
Last entry on the travel journal:
Bye byes to..
Land of gelato, nutella land, hot chocolate land, pizza, cheese and pasta,
olive oil land, land of rude people who have no 道德, chocolate croissants,
people who cut lines, tomatoes, church-going queue-cutting folks, coffee, coffee everyday,
Jason Bourne, bye to Dominic’s random facts of the day, train rides, nougats and MTV, Britney,
Duomo land, to the Pope, very small cups of coffee, hostels that failed and hostels that rocked,
thieves of Milan, the Pope’s minions, coperto and tap water, frog fish pasta, stunned waiters and waitresses,
best tiramisu in the world, cheeky waiter, Italians who can’t do math, bye bye,
sweet mandarin oranges, erotic pasta, bye to stale bread and dinner at 4pm, lunch for breakfast and sweet pastries,
to the Alps and Mo sleeping at 6pm, Dom’s life story and wind chill,
land of curly fries, paying for ketchup and menu touristico. Bye!
难以置信 
I’m interested to hear about the waiters. And the erotic pasta.
There was pasta shaped like genitalia that we were very tempted to buy.. and one waiter said the tiramisu was made by his grandmother. sth like that.