Lake Como, Fabuloso!

Some Italian scenery was in order, so Michelle, Pier, and I decided on Lake Como, a popular getaway for Milano residents. We giddily bought our tickets then stopped for pizza inside the train station. After chatting about Italian food (what else?), Michelle asked, "Wait...what time is it?" I glanced at my watch. "We have one minute." We tore out of the pizza joint and down to the platform, just missing our ride. Michelle began flailing her arms about, I began giggling, and Pier began to ask questions. We used the extra hour to see the Arc De Triomphe and enjoy more park time. I wasn't disappointed. On first walking out of the train station we found a delightful little restaurant with its own mini-lake.



Lake Como delivered. Rolling hills sprinkled with small clean yellow white and orange houses surrounded the glittering water. We sat on the docks eating our gelato before we walked out on the pier.
Collapsing onto a grassy patch, we popped open a bottle of wine graciously bought by Pier and gazed out into the Italian sunset.

The center of town provided a small festival with quaint little booths providing goods for charities. Couldn't resist the cotton candy from the sweet older man who gave me an entire speech which I thoroughly enjoyed before he finally realized I didn't speak Italian. Michelle was also talked into a funky african bracelet.

We got lost in the narrow little cobblestone streets and bumped into a mini-Duomo, then found the train just in time to take a little nap as the sky darkened on the way home.