Well today was a fun day. For some reason, I decided it would be a good idea to start the day with a caffé latte, which if you cannot gather from the name is made of coffee and milk, which are two things my body tends to disagree with. So my bright idea left me with a tummy ache and a heightened sense of paranoia for the day. Moving on. We bought an all-day pass for the ferry so we could visit and explore the neighboring towns of Bellagio and Menaggio. Our first stop was Bellagio. It’s a beautiful little town with a high maintenance attitude. The shops sell fine silk scarves and handcrafted glassware to the posh folk who are forced to intermingle with the likes of Mom and me. Ok it really isn’t that bad and I probably could have gotten a scarf if I really wanted one.
We bought lunch from the deli. Yes sandwiches. No I will never ever tire of them. But we did also get some brined onions and this delicious fried eggplant concoction with prosciutto and cheese in the middle. Oh yes! As stated previously, I was feeling a bit off since the morning so I don’t think I enjoyed the town as much as I could have, but all in all it was a nice little adventure. Afterwards, we hopped on a boat that brought us to Menaggio which is a larger town with a more urban feel. The weather was turning a bit nasty, so we quickly peeked in the church, walked around a few stores, got lost, and headed back towards the boat. By this point I was very tired and feeling a bit burnt out on all the sightseeing. Getting rained on was the last thing I wanted. Luckily, we did not have to wait long for the ferry which transported us, a tour bus, and a motorcycle gang from Switzerland back to Varenna before the downpour started (which come to think of it, I don’t think it ever did).
Back in town, we bought a bottle of wine and some chicken salad for dinner. We sat outside the villa and just enjoyed the atmosphere. Our new friends, Lisa and Brad, came outside and joined us too. They brought some snacks to share and Signora Vitale brought out some fruit and this strange Italian soda that I cannot for the life of me remember the name of, but all of which were all graciously accepted. We sat and talked for hours, though it seemed like only minutes. I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect evening, away from all the frenzy, just enjoying some simple food and friendship.
Oh yes, and pictures!