Italian Alps

We slept late and decided to forego skiing and just get to know this beautiful town. We saw a wonderful hotel with an outdoor pool and decided to check it out. As expected, the Cavellino Bianca is a perfect place for the grandchildren, replete with two Disneyesque mice out front. Something to think about….

This area reminds me of Romania. Lots of carved wood and old craftsmen. We tried to find some of the carvers in action, but just found their wood shops with no one working. We did find lots of wood cribs, where ancient logs are kept, just waiting to be turned into saintly statues. Now if this doesn’t remind you of Romania, I don’t know what does!

We walked for 5 miles up billy goat paths and just breathed the mountain air. Oh, I forgot to tell you about breakfast…I totally caved and ate the gorgeous bread and homemade jam immediately! Gabby would kill for all the toppings for yogurt, and Brad of course had 2 eggs over easy with bacon and toast — no matter where we are in the world, this is what he orders.

John would have loved all the teas. Speaking of John and Lisa, forgot to mention that they left for Milano, when we came East. They are having a great time in a luxurious hotel, having seen Leonardo’s Last Supper.

By 3;00 we decided to make full use of the spa. Massage, steam, whirlpool, relaxation lounges, and floating tanks with lights and headphones. It is truly an elaborate spa with juice machines and 100 teas and space age everything.

And then of course cocktail hour.

Followed by a ridiculously elaborate dinner. Buffet appetizers and salad in between a five course “light, vitality” dinner. It actually was a leisurely light meal, expertly served in a gorgeous setting. We are tucked into our Eiderdown with the window open a bit to let the mountain air in. Did I tell you the bathroom floors are heated? It’s not Erik’s hot toilet seats, but it’s close.

Buona Notte