After Greece, we landed in Milan, picked up our rental FIAT, and hit the road. Albin being the well organized type that he is, had all the maps and hotel information printed out and ready for us to begin. One thing about Italy and Googlemaps, they don't seem to match too well. He was the driver, I was the co-pilot, map in hand. I tried to follow the directions as precisely as I could, but between the roundabouts, lack of street signs, and the maps being dead wrong, we got lost a few times. We had to ask for directions more than once on our way to the hotel in Milan, and most the people we spoke with spoke very little English, so needless to say, arriving at our hotel for the night was a happy moment.
We stepped out into the chilly Milan night to grab a bite to eat at an authentic (non-English speaking) pizzeria. The pizza was fantastic and it finally hit me that we were on full vacation mode. I became incredibly relaxed. Even Albin remarked that he couldn't remember the last time he saw me so at ease. Awesome!
We had a restful evening, and set out for the town of Bellagio on Lake Como.
We stepped out into the chilly Milan night to grab a bite to eat at an authentic (non-English speaking) pizzeria. The pizza was fantastic and it finally hit me that we were on full vacation mode. I became incredibly relaxed. Even Albin remarked that he couldn't remember the last time he saw me so at ease. Awesome!
We had a restful evening, and set out for the town of Bellagio on Lake Como.
After driving a little over an hour outside Milan, we found ourselves on narrow, winding roads that ran alongside the clearest lake I'd ever laid eyes on. The snow-capped Swiss alps were the perfect background to this crystal clear day on the lake.
Our hotel was at the top of the mountain, overlooking the lake and town of Bellagio, which is more quaint than I can even put into words. When I say perfect, I mean not an ounce of trash, or smog. The air was so clean it almost hurt to breathe. A drastic contrast to the sooty streets of New Orleans and L.A.
Our hotel was at the top of the mountain, overlooking the lake and town of Bellagio, which is more quaint than I can even put into words. When I say perfect, I mean not an ounce of trash, or smog. The air was so clean it almost hurt to breathe. A drastic contrast to the sooty streets of New Orleans and L.A.
When you think perfectly, picturesque European mountain town, this has to be it. I didn't know much about Lake Como and Bellagio. I knew George Clooney and Madonna keep homes there, I knew it has long been a playground for the European elite, but I just had no idea how beautiful it could be. Apparently the Bellagio Las Vegas is themed after this town, and I can see why. As much as I love their musical fountain show and high end shopping, it really pales in comparison. Move over Tahoe, a new lake has captured my heart.
After checking in, we spent our time strolling through a little fishing village and into Bellagio, which is filled with adorable (pricy) shops, yummy eateries, gelaterias, cheese stores (heart thumping), cobblestone streets, and glorious views.
After checking in, we spent our time strolling through a little fishing village and into Bellagio, which is filled with adorable (pricy) shops, yummy eateries, gelaterias, cheese stores (heart thumping), cobblestone streets, and glorious views.
Storybook is the only way I can describe it. I hope to take our boy there one day. This is the kind of place you want to spend the entire summer.
This was the view from our hotel room balcony. What a dream!
The weather had cleared up in time for our arrival and we could hear water flowing from our hotel room... Turns out, the snow was melting from the hills above, sending the most beautiful waterfall and stream right by us. We went out in search of it.. and this is what we found..
The weather had cleared up in time for our arrival and we could hear water flowing from our hotel room... Turns out, the snow was melting from the hills above, sending the most beautiful waterfall and stream right by us. We went out in search of it.. and this is what we found..
For a perfect evening, we picked up some snacks from a local grocery and enjoyed our spread at the water's edge to watch the sunset. An old church in the background had the bells ringing and there wasn't a soul around.
The owner of our hotel made sure we felt right at home, and his very own mother was there to greet us in the morning. She set up the entire breakfast room with warm croissants, nutella, fresh breads, fruit, cereal, and coffee. They were amazing hosts.
Our entire Italian road trip was pure magic.. so it's hard to choose a favorite. But this little place was especially lovely, and we are already talking about the next time we return.
