|Lake Garda, and if you tilt your head right and squint a little...|
We spent most of our time in Lazise, stopping along the way to buy onions (for dinner) and peaches, and for me to learn a lesson in Italian shopping customs. Apparently, and I had no idea beforehand, one never handles produce before purchasing it in Italy, which meant even my physical inspection of the peaches before purchase at the roadside store we stopped at was a major faux pas. Never mind, there was not so much harm done, apart from being subjected to some quite intense scowls from the middle-aged stallholders, but I'm surprised I didn't commit a similar sin during my first trip to Italy in 2005. The custom appears to be Italy wide, and an extremely reliable source informs me that in Sicily they even employ people in supermarkets to collect your fruit and vegetables for you. The end result was a purchase of several more giant peaches than I'd intended to come away with, but thankfully they were delicious.
|Italy - outside it's all ruins, ruins, ruins....|
|....and inside it's all class.|
After a bit of time on the beach and a compulsory gelato, we went on a drive along the western shore of the lake, past giant ferries packed with holiday makers, and several small little towns each one as charming as the one previous. We then headed back to Verona for risotto Milanese alla Alana, which went down well with a glass or two of Franken riesling, sitting on the balcony of our wonderful host's apartment. Being on holiday in Italy when the weather is good warm is simply fantastic, and journey home the next morning to rainy old Bayreuth was a melancholy one, just to put it mildly.
|Ah, beaches and sunny skies. I'd comment more, but I am blinded by tears of nostalgia.|