For me, Livigno will forever be associated with burning thigh muscles, great pasta and a broken heart.....I chose the gloves!!
For Graeme, Livigno was La Skieda. The greatest festival he's ever been to. The people, the skiing and .....oooohhh all that equipment and the freedom to "gear talk" all day, every day, for seven whole days. My man has been in heaven!
We're on the way home now, via Italy and not Switzerland as Graeme had originally planned. The high pass to Andermatt is still closed. We tried to travel this route on the way back from Slovakia but ended up on the back of a train, in a tunnel, under a mountain. After fighting with Penny (the GPS), Graeme finally conceded that it was not worth driving all the way there only find that "She Who Must Be Obeyed (Penny)" was correct and the road was closed. Much sulking!!
To ease the tension between Graeme and Penny, I diplomatically suggested that we drop in on George for lunch. George who? Clooney, of course! Reportedly George has a little shack somewhere on the shores of Lake Coma. I'm sure he'd love us to drop by and say hello!
We didn't have much luck finding George's place. But we did manage to find Lake Como and a great little spot for a quiet pasta lunch. Quite an achievement for us really, especially since SWMBO has been switched off by Graeme. [His personal act of "rage against the machine"!]
Pictures tell the story. Lake Como is beautiful. I would imagine however, being so close to Milano and Torino, it positively heaves in the summer. But in the soft spring sunshine, a late afternoon stroll along the shoreline was sublime.
4/ The Sunday Bric-a -brac stalls lining the shores of Lake Como
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