Getting to Italy involved a 2 hour drive to JFK airport, an 8 hour red-eye, a 1 hour train ride from Milano Malpensa to Milano Centrale, and a 15 minute metro ride to the closest station near our hotel. We arrived at Maciachini station (pronounced MAH-kee-ah-chee-ni) to find ourselves carrying our belongings in heavy rain at a roundabout with no idea which exit led to our hotel's street. Was this the time to resist googling directions to avoid the $10/day international data plan fee? You bet.
Uncaffeinated, I decided to exercise my 1 week's worth of Italian and ask for directions. My Italian was bad, and the store owner didn't speak English. With the little I understood, we decided to walk in the general direction he waved towards.