Monte Isola

We had an outing today, but of course we began with cappuccino and then the spa.

Brad started with Massimo, and me with Fiorella. We both came back like putty. Who would think that a 9AM massage was such a good thing? It puts you in the right frame of mind.

The morning was beautiful, full of clear skies and sunshine, and we headed out to the small mountain in the center of Lake Iseo, called Monte Isola.

Finding the ferry was the hardest part of the trip. The island was all but abandoned, which was glorious! We walked through cobbled streets and passageways, visited the church, walked through some hiking trails and of course had a two course lunch with wine, which was stupendous. Did I mention that the specialty of the island is cured sardines from the lake? We got to see some drying as well as having them for lunch. They were delicious!

The best part of the island were the cats…. this is for you Maria.

We took the ferry back and stopped at a birrificio that John was interested in. He finally got to have a dark beer!

We ambled home on a road that totally rivaled the worst of Scotland. Lots of moving away from the door in hopes that our car wouldn’t catapult down a ravine. Captain Brad got us through it, and we hung at the Albergo for the evening. A little swim, a little sauna, a little wine and salad (and cuttlefish pasta) at the bar. Such a gorgeous place to come home to.

I forgot to tell you. I lit a candle for Chazy in the Church. She would have hated the island (no stores) and she would have never climbed the hill to get to the church. I did it anyway.