A sunny day

The sun is shining today. Angie isn’t coming. We’ve changed her usual day to Thursday. In many ways that is more convenient for both of us.

 

The sunshine does remind me of one glorious sunny day when we ventured over to Riva del Garda, a small town at the north end of Lake Garda. My mind my also be wandering there as I see a calendar on the desk featuring its marina.

Riva del Garda

It was on our second trip. The first one we did early in our holiday, our first main expedition from the hotel in Molveno. It was at a time we were still feeling weary from our long trip to get to the hotel. As we drove along we got waylaid by a particularly pleasing beauty spot.

View from our stopping spot

Having stopped to take some snaps we ended up sitting on the bench looking down across the town of Riva to the deep blue of the lake beyond. By the time we got to Riva itself we were really feeling too tired to cope with the task of finding a parking spot, especially when we had to try to cope with a one way system. Instead we headed back to the hotel and an afternoon nap.

Our second trip was at the end of the holiday, & a lot more successful. We went the fastest route to Riva so we wouldn’t be sidetracked. The parking spot magically appeared before our eyes. We had a very pleasant hour or two, strolling around the harbour, looking at the numerous shops, just pottering, enjoying the sun and magnificent views of the lake and the surrounding hills, watching the yachts sailing on the lake.

Looking down Lake Garda from Riva

Riva

Riva from the Piazza III Novembre

The north end of Lake Garda is a lot more hilly. The south end is much flatter, though it does sound as though it has some historically interesting things to see.

We came to the conclusion that Garda was a lake worthy of a longer explore. It would be easy to base yourself somewhere like Riva and use the numerous ferries to go from one lakeside village/town to anther. On some of the ferries you could even take a car if you wanted. We’ve promised ourselves to do it one day. Maybe even explore some of the other lakes, Como, Maggiore, for example. It strikes us, rather like here in the English Lake District, each lake seems to have its own character, its own personality, each worthy of an explore in its own right. One day….. but not this year…. we’ll be back