Where are we: Italy
Day One: Bellagio, then on to Triano.
Distance: 130 miles
Riding time: Five hours, one long stop in Bellagio, one pit stop.
Weather: Fluffy clouds 85F, with a cool breeze coming from the lake.
Where we stayed: Da Rita. B&B, A fully equipped simple apartment sleeps four people in the owner's house.
Cost B&B: 50 euro, with breakfast.
Dinner: Walking distance from Da Rita– Il Bracere, simple fare, inexpensive, lively locals.
First Impressions: Lake Como, glorious water, stunning mountains that pierced from the ground and reached to the sky, sneak peeks on the Alps that caught my breath and pulled me up. Houses that made my mouth drag on the ground and cry, "I could live in their dog house, pump shed, garbage can and be happy!"
People all along the lake frolicking, swimming, playing cards, picnics everywhere! For those rich in heart and spirit and also those rich with money. Something for everyone.
When on a motorcycle the advantages are that you fill like you are part of the scenery, your senses are heightened, you can feel the temperature of the air change, tunnels are cool and damp, along the lake there is moisture, the smell of the BBQ, the scent of flowers, you can smell the vegetation, the ever changing landscapes holds you and makes you take mental snapshots over and over again. Parking is a snap, and most of all… I feel like I am flying.
The disadvantage of a motorcycle is when you do stop you have to carry an army of stuff with you…
I notice other bikers, their bikes, their gear, the saddle bags, and they notice me. Instead of noticing Prada, I noticed the red mark on someone's forehead who has had a helmet on.
Bellagio has tiny passages with cobble stone steps, ivy covered walls, color splashes against the facades as evenly as the water splashes against the shoreline. Relaxing, stunning in simplicity and style.
Imagine her view: Lake Como a stone throw away, and the alps embrace. But nothing was more enchanting for me as seeing her in her apron; an Italian Mama, and the knowledge that this was Sunday lunch she was preparing and looking out maybe for her family to come and eat.
A fountain next to the church. We filled our water bottles.
One of the many, narrow, cobblestones step streets, that lead throughout the enchanting town of Bellagio.
Urns galore line the streets, columns, doorways, walls, and they are always overflowing with flowers.
Homes are tucked high in the mountains and I felt like I was on an Easter egg hunt finding them. Each and everyone I pointed to and sighed, Oh Wow!
After hanging out in Bellagio, we loaded Willow onto a ferry and went sailing across the lake. You can town hop this way, it is worth doing, you can take your car, or bike, or just hop on. The boats are extremely fast, and are every thirty minutes. Inexpensive, it cost us 11 euro altogether.
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I'll post more at our next stop, this evening…. I hear the roar of Willow and that means I gotta get get!!!
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