I once worked in a travel company where I met a lovely girl who would eventually become a dear friend to me. As we would spend our days eyeing endless list of fine seaside resorts and cosy houses on the mountains and working through lists of exotic touristy destinations, it was almost inevitable that many of our conversations were related to travel and fuelled by our wanderlust. This friend had -and still has - a huge crush on Italy, she was totally infatuated by everything Italian. The language, the food, the places, cities and landscapes, and her Italian boyfriend. I, on the contrary, have never been interested in Italy at all. I don't know why but I have never felt attracted to its countless charms, I think Italian is the dullest language to learn ever and I find it annoying when people talk to me in Italian just because they think that being Spanish I will understand them. My relationship with Italy was restricted to my love for pizza and I didn't think there was a way for it to change. Until I went to Italy during a summer holiday, that's it. I had no idea of what I've been missing and despite the above 40ºC temperatures I liked every city I visited, loved every food I tasted and enjoyed every moment in Italy. I even felt tempted to learn some Italian but got bored and gave it up after a week - I much prefer to learn Germanic languages.
This friend of mine had spent many a summer holiday in the northern part of Italy, a region known as Italy Lakes Region and famous for being the region where George Clooney has his holiday mansion by the Lago Como. This friend of mine would go on and on about how beautiful this region was, how lovely it is to spend a summer week there and after a while her ideas infested my mind and I added the Italian lakes to my list of places to visit. And luckily this time, I didn't have to wait too long and last autumn I went for the first time to the north of Italy. Actually, it was a trip to Ticino, the Italian-speaking part of Switzerland but Italy is just over the border. We stayed in Locarno, which is on the north shore of Lago Maggiore, and we also made a roadtrip to some neighbouring towns in the north of Italy. I still have to share all of this because this was just before I took my blogging break last November, but it's coming!
These are some of the photos I took at Lago Maggiore last November. It was a really misty morning and the weather couldn't be any more autumnal. Everything looked really magical, as if taken from a fairytale and I remember thinking that this was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. I'm now sure that a summer holiday in the Italian lakes must be something truly wonderful, a holiday to remember forever. But I also believe that Lago Maggiore is equally alluring on any autumn day. And I'm sure it'll be all the same on any winter or spring day.
Have a lovely Wednseday!