Driving to Lake Como was a joyful driving in its own class. Earlier, from the top of the mountain, I looked down this steep and lush brow and there lied hairpins that snaked towards Lake Como. Not only the hairpins got me excited, but also the zigzags between the hairpins that were shaped by the contours of the mountain. Disembarking at Bellagio, I quickly find a parking spot. At 9 am, the restaurant hostesses, waiters, and waitresses are setting up outdoor tables and chairs on Italian gardens, terraces and promenades. The morning sun is finally able to break through the thinning clouds. At the top of the mountains, fresh snows deposited last night give the bright white auras. Colorful flower beds and hanged flower pots are everywhere adorning stores, hotels, and restaurants. The city cobblestone roads ... read more