Full Day of Spa

Well, it is what it’s cracked up to be.

An Italian spa is a beautiful thing. I was awake early and went out to watch the sun rise, had a cappuccino, stretched at the gym, had a gorgeous breakfast, went for a walk in the vineyards surrounding the property, met one of my dearest friends and was pummeled and tested and soaked and buffed.

No real pictures because I was offline all day, but trust me, it was otherworldly. There was a moment when Cathryn, Lisa and I had emerged from the hydro massage detox mud treatment when we couldn’t really talk.

There was a lunch with caviar and a gorgeous salad. There was a stroll through Brunello Cucinelli and Lori Piano merchandise, there was the trying on of designer jewelry……. Viva Italia!

So as not to deprive you of visuals, here are some photos from Lisa’s suite:

Brad and John had massages and went to the gym. Brad had a training session with Massimo, who looks like an elegant rogue Italian film star that Brad would absolutely hate. Of course they’ve become best buds, talked golf (Massimo was a trainer to several PGA golfers), and he’s been invited to Newbury this summer. I will try to get a picture of them together because it’s priceless.

The boys then went on a private tour of the Beretta factory. It is the largest gun manufacturer in the world, and they thoroughly enjoyed it.Cathryn was kind enough to bring Brad and I a few of her creations, so be prepared for us to look like Gianni and Marella Angelli shortly.

Being Monday, pickings were slim for dining choices, but we found a country restaurant up on a hill overlooking Lake Iseo. After an inauspicious beginning, we were delighted with the meal and wines.