|Friday, September 3 – Lake Como – Today we made the hour drive to Como on Lake Como. Again, the GPS saved us on our drive around Como. I didn’t realize how large a city Como was. Once we found parking, we purchased tickets for the hydrofoil to take the fast route to the beautiful town of Bellagio to have lunch. The boat wasn’t leaving for another hour and a half, so we wandered around the old walking section of town. Even though these walking sections are charming, they are all starting to look the same and this is making me think it must be time to go home.
Lake Como is very beautiful, but then so is Lake Coeur d’Alene in Idaho. I think I’m getting tired of tourist too. We got off the boat in Bellagio, took a look around to find a place to lunch that wasn’t inundated with tourists. We wandered way up high above the water onto one of the back streets where we found Diva Wine Bar. There were two men in there talking English, so Rick and I wandered in. Come to find out it is the hangout for the locals – this was exactly what we were looking for. Giulio, the owner/chef, made us a very fresh salad, had some great cheeses and made us a delicious paper thin pizza margharita. We had some of the local red wine that they serve cold, had some good conversation with Giulio and off we went to board the Hydrofoil again.
Arriving back in Como, we wandered around the area. It’s definitely a working class town, but still had its charm. After a beer/espresso/pee break, we walked back to the car and made our way to the airport to turn the car in so that we wouldn’t have to worry about it in the morning. Good thing we did this early as we had the darndest time finding the Hertz parking lot at the airport. In the GPS, all the Hertz locations are programmed into the device so all you do is select the location you want to go to. Well when there is construction going on and some of the roads are changed a little bit, you can’t go where the GPS lady is telling you to go. We were just about at melt-down stage when we stopped and asked two Italian gentlemen for directions. As it turns out, we were about two blocks from the turn lane to get in there. I was never so glad to get rid of a car as I was here!! We wandered back into the airport to call our shuttle van to pick us up.
Back at the hotel, the chore of reorganizing and packing up the suitcases took a couple of hours. Off to bed to wait for our 4:30 AM wake up call . . . Ugh!!