After more than eight hours on the road, including 90 minutes watching a fire, 30 minutes queuing for the Mount Blanc tunnel, 45 minutes getting lost and backtracking outside Milan (thanks to no map of Italy and relying on the GPS lady), we finally arrived in San Mamete at about 8pm. Paul had to remember to phone Italy to say we had been delayed by traffic, while we were still in France because there was no guarantee that the French phone carrier would allow our French phone to work in Italy. Territorial telephone wars!
This was to be our very own "Month by the Lake".
Swimming, sunbathing, reading, walking, eating, having coffee in the village, pottering around the lake on boats, meeting the locals, a few nice restaurant dinners, a gentle life … And a cool place at the height of the European summer and holiday season. We had very high hopes of this place and I imagined myself as a very modern Venessa Redgrave, imitating her month on Lake Como.
Swimming, sunbathing, reading, walking, eating, having coffee in the village, pottering around the lake on boats, meeting the locals, a few nice restaurant dinners, a gentle life … And a cool place at the height of the European summer and holiday season. We had very high hopes of this place and I imagined myself as a very modern Venessa Redgrave, imitating her month on Lake Como.
Fabulous windows overlooking the lake.
The villa is right on the water.
It has its own small dock - below our window.
Looking to the right - past other balconies in our villa and onwards to the 15th century village of San Mamete.
Our sitting area and kitchen.
Our tiny balcony.
The bedroom.
The bathroom.
The next day, we made our way to the village square. This and one other parking area service the whole village.
Not much here, is there? But wait till you see the road!
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