Getting out of Milan was as hard as getting in. We seemed to travel in circles for hours following signs for 'Como'. And that was after we spent an hour at least, looking for a couple of 'lavandarias' that Buff had Googled. They turned out to be dry-cleaners, not self-service laundromats, but not to worry. He found one on the web in Bellagio where our next B & B is. Finally on the Autostrada, not long before we are in Como - not much to this smallish lakeside town. But the last 15 or so kilometers to Bellagio are along the lake and they are white knuckle time for Buff (his hands are on the wheel) and me (mine are somewhere in my lap, on the dash or up on the passenger door when a particularly BIG bus comes by!) This stretch of the road is what I would call one-lane, curvy, like Marilyn Monroe. I don't know how
two vehicles pass sometimes.
Finally Bellagio, or should I say BRRRRagio? Needless to say, there are no pictures of the trip along that road. There is a photo Buff took of the Italian Alps and the lake. I was experiencing a
Our room with me bundled up.
Where is my electric blanket when I need it?
'self-cleaning' toilette with a very nice German couple. Have you ever considered what happens to the tissue in a such a place? Well, it isn't a pretty site and there is nothing dry
after the 'self-cleaning'...
We find our nice B & B, check in to a great room with a view of the other side of the lake and head for the self-service lavandaria we found on the web. At last, clean clothes and we had take away panini from a trattoria and gelato between washing, drying and folding. Life is good, but cold here.
The next day we visit San Giovanni, a small fishing village where there is a Museum of Navigational Instruments that Buff would be interested to see. Never could find it, but the village and the views were great. Then we went to the Giardini Villa Melzi. Talk about gorgeous gardens; trees and flora from all over the world. Even redwoods from California, but they didn't seem to be flourishing along the lake. The family chapel was especially lovely. But I swear the wind was right off the snow covered Alps! Brrrrrrrr! May 16th but Spring is not here yet...
View from balcony
It's green like spring...
harrowing drive to Bellagio, we really wanted a different way back to the Autostrada. Thanks to our big splurge dinner at Hotel Belvedere - sorry Jeanne, no one knew anything about mushroom gnocchi and the bread is only used in summer for panini, : ( but the views and service were superb. We were treated like royalty, okay gentry, would you believe well-to-do folks? We could see across the lake that cars were traveling down that side on a two-lane road. We decided to take the car ferry to Varenna and make it over to Venice that way. One of the best
decisions we made the entire trip! Venezia here we come!
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