I honestly didn’t know much of anything about Lake Garda, other than its name, and here it’s only about an hour from Verona. Anna suggested we spend a day investigating the lake because it was sunny and beautiful, so off we went. First stop. . .
Which was a really beautiful, really expensive hotel, cafe, and boutique. Fun to look at, but we were ready to move on pretty quickly. Don, of course, was enthralled with this little red thing. . .
A view of the hotel and water. . .
Moving on up the lake, we happened upon a sweet village called Torre di Benaco, and it was market day. . .
Quite a picturesque little berg, what with the colorful boats and such. . .
The market was closing down, we had a good parking spot, and it was about 1 p.m. That can only mean one thing in Italy. . .
Following the lake road, we happened upon two hotels with names familiar to us. . .
Probably the highlight of the day, and perhaps one of the HIGHEST poInts of our trip, occurred in Malcesine, at the funivia. We were expecting a little tourist ride up the side of the mountain. WRONG. This is the Italian alps, and were we in for a surprise!! Ride along with us. . .
OK, so we got up to the first stop and got out, only to find out that we were only halfway there.
Finally, the view from the top. . . And over the other side. . .
Now down below we had seen some kids with huge packs, and I said to Don that maybe they were going to take the funivia up and camp. WRONG. Here’s what they were up to. . . .
Yep, we were really on top of the mountain, about 4500 feet up.
At the last moment we had decided to take warm jackets, just in case. HAH, , , ,freezing is more like it. . .
Even at that high altitude, or perhaps because of it, we found beauty in the small places. . .
And also at that altitude, we found beauty in the courage and adventurous spirits around us. . .