travelswithalice

Sunday

Still at Valerio's. As advertised, the storm has come. So good of Valerio to warn us of a stormy weekend when we asked Friday to extend our stay. But if there was anywhere I'd like to be in stormy weather, it would be here.

The lake is restless but the rain has stopped and the mountains across it have reappeared from behind the haze. A baby olive tree in a planter has toppled over on the balcony.

I've changed into a short skirt; wet leggings would be uncomfortable. Now back to leggings because Stuart says it's going to be a cold day.

I've come prepared though- I fish out a raincoat from the bottom of my suitcase. I've got my trusty old Adidas flats to brave the storm. It's still paradise.

The ferries are not running so we drive all the way to Riva for lunch. Nothing there appeals to us. We drive back. Stop at Limone. Still not the place. Now all the way back to where we started. Gargnano.

Albergo Gargnano's bar at the corner near the wharf. Nice view of the marina and the lake. Lunch of insalata mista and tagliatelli with mushroom. Macchiato for me, cappuccino for Stuart and a slice of lemon and pine nut tart for sharing. Lovely. We shouldn't have bothered trying any other place. Gargnano always trumps them all.

The ferries are running again. The storm has passed.