Italy

Lake Como

Day 11.

A travel day - we zigzagged our way out of the tallest mountains, high over a pass and then down into the valley below.

The mountains are forest-covered, with pale craggy rocks. But everything grows smaller as we descend. We find ourselves on a busy road lined with boxy shops - American-style strip malls. We zoom along and look past the road to see terraces of vines and green hills beyond. Then we enter long tunnels and catch glimpses of the lake until suddenly it's our exit and we arrive at Varenna.

We luxuriate again in the tourist world. We find beautiful lake views and more hungry mosquitoes eager for our blood.

At night, the crescent moon glows orange as it sinks slowly over the dark lake. Mars and Venus appear as we go to bed, our stomachs full and our bones weary.

Winding paths and crooked roads

People sing and dance and crow

A crescent moon all red in hue

Mars is high and Venus low

Lights they shine across your lake

Twinkling stars

Nothing fake

Dark giants frame our moody world

Crooked roads and winding paths

Lead us back to Como's past

Day 12.

We explore Varenna at Lake Como and the grand old houses and hotels with formal gardens, remnants of a bygone era. We take the ferry across the lake to Bellagio with its shops, narrow streets and tourists. We hear voices from the U.S. and from all over the world.

Back in Varenna, we witness two weddings. The celebrations continue all day and late into the night. At our hotel, we had to walk through the wedding reception in our bathing suits to reach the lake for a swim - the most inappropriately dressed moment of our lives. We swam in the lake as a family of swans drifted past my bobbing head, quite oblivious to my presence in the cool, surging water.

Varenna is the place I'd go

Never to Bellagio

Bellagio has all the fame and yet it's not for me

Its name is known throughout the world

And yet with tourists it's beset

While Varenna is more sweet and neat

Its streets with less retail

It's built on rock like Bellagio too

And so, the two seem same

But Bellagio has lost its soul

While Varenna's character remains

Day 13.

Early, before the heat, we climbed up behind Varenna to find a spring that feeds the lake. For us it was just a trickle, but you could see that after rain or at different times of year, Italy's shortest river could become a torrent. We hiked up to the small Castello di Vezio where hawks and owls are kept. They seemed wary of the tourists; we marveled at their beauty. We spent the afternoon lounging at the hotel with the gentle sound of the lake constantly lapping at the shore.

Goodbye Como we love you so

Your misty shores we do adore

Your jagged cliffs we'll also miss

Your lapping waters we'd be remiss

If we did not appraise your people

Of which there seems to be no equal

So, adieu good friends we say goodbye

It's with this I sigh

And try not to cry


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