Milan... meh

I once read somewhere that the more experienced and worldly one is, the less satisfied one becomes. You see more and more, try new things, and have new experiences in a place, and you find yourself comparing them to what you've already seen. I found myself doing that this past weekend- and it makes me feel spoiled or unappreciative. This past weekend I was lucky enough to be able to go to Milan. Perhaps I didn't spend enough time there, or learn the real ins and outs of the city... but after 2 days I was ready to leave. There was a beautiful cathedral- il Duomo. There were monuments and statues, a castle and countless museums. We ate pasta and gelatto, navigated the subway system, and saw noteworthy attractions. I don't regret going to Milan, and I did enjoy myself there... but it's just not a city that really made an impression on me. I don't think I would go back. I would say that the trip was particularly fun because I was surrounded by good company. Michael, my fabulous roommate, flew with me. Once there, we met up with Mira, a dear family friend since ever. She had been living in Israel, and flew in for the weekend to join us. It was great seeing her! Other than that, I don't have much to say about my weekend in Milan. I could describe all of the things we saw and did,  but it would be merely a description. I honestly feel no attachment to the city or any strong desire to return. I had been to Italy previously, and experienced Rome, Florence and Venice. I loved Rome and Florence, but Venice was a little too Disneyfied for me. So, I guess Italy is really a hit-or-miss country for me. I loved two of the cities that I've seen, and was left unstirred by two. I hope I'm not becoming spoiled from all of my adventures. I don't think I am... I really think it was just that I didn't particularly like Milan. That's ok, isn't it?