This was a much
needed and truly lazy day in Lago del Garda. We woke to sunshine and made espresso in our kitchen. Then headed to the harbour to catch the
first ferry to Malcesine, about 25 km down the lake. A very relaxing voyage with all of 4 other folks on the big
ferry. We enjoyed the many
parasailers out on the lake for the fresh morning breeze.
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| Departing Riva del Garda |
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| Nice place... |
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| This is the path we hiked last night -- the horizontal line |
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| Parasailers everywhere |
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| Malescine |
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| Malescine |
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| Malescine Harbour |
Malcesine is a
small village with few people out at 0900 in the morning, so we had coffee and
explored and did pretty much nothing.
We enjoyed that.
Next, we hopped
onto the ferry for the short (5 km) ride across the lake to Limone (“lemon”) a
small town that was once actually renown for producing lemons but is now more
renown for producing very, very old people. There is actually a study going on to figure out why there
are so many people in the village over 100 years of age. Maybe the Grappa?
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| Leaving Malascine |
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| The pillars are former lemon houses in Limone |
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| Centrale Limone |
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| Of course, a limone tree |
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| And flowering trees... |
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| papillon |
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| Limone street |
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| A pram for a freakin' dog...and an ugly one at that... |
We hung out in
Limone and enjoyed more coffee and food, then hopped back onto the ferry
destined, ultimately, for Riva del Garda.
But thunderstorms loomed and mid-lake we got caught in a big
squall. The rain was torrential,
the winds howled, and the visibility was zilch. Pretty fun.
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| The squall approaches |
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| And gets strong |
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| Really strong |
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| There were a few worried passengers |
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| But as they do, the storm abated |
We eventually
got back to our AirBnB where we rode out the storm, which lasted for several
hours. The village was empty. Bad for business, I suppose. Tonight we’re going to splurge for a
nice Italian dinner. Hope it is
good.
Tomorrow it is
all uphill into the Dolomites for several days of climbing before we head
downhill into Venezia.
Cia.
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