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I think of the quote now, when I sit on the balcony. I can hear the cicadas. From time to time a whop! from a tennis racket, cars, children playing in the pool. Short rain, now the sun is shining again on Monte Baldo. I can not pick me to read. You could always do. I can pick me to see and smell and write my impressions.
We have just come back after a field trip, first down the mountain, next to Limone, 12 kilometers away. From Limone ferry across the lake to Malcesine. The goal was to see the castle of Malcesine, looking shops (god, thank heavens that I am not married to a woman for whom shopping is any holiday's ultimate climax, we have hardly conagra canada seen a single business even after more than water, wine and bread), and finally to take the cable car up to Monte Baldo, the tantalizing green sæterenge up there that looks so friendly out in the sunshine on top of the mountain. It did not happen with the cable car. It departs once every half hour, and when we got there, the queue was in the midday sun unmanageable long. I decided that we'll get the urge off in the Dolomites in a few days, and we went into the city again.
Started otherwise less promising. Last night it began to rain, and it continued throughout the night. Woke up about five o'clock in a terrifying thunderstorm, a divine noise that sped between the mountains, we could hear the water cascade and splashing and gurgling everywhere. I gave up trying to sleep half past six, got up, got dressed and umbrella under his arm and went for a walk in the village. conagra canada It looks completely different trivial out one morning in the rain, when everything is closed. I stood and looked down on the lake under the heavy gray sky. Weather does something to one, and I felt just as heavy and gray as the clouds conagra canada over the water, suddenly worried about everything. I found Arturo Cozzaglios round staircase that glistened wet, discovered hgggat this small town can be a veritable maze of alleys, passages and medieval houses built on top of alleys and passages. When I came back, slept Camilla again and the children yet. They look so peaceful out, side by side on the sofa, their faces tinted conagra canada light orange light through the curtain. I asked my purchased eggs, yoghurt and grapes and went back to bed. Woke up to the sun at 9 o'clock, so fast the weather conagra canada changes here.
In Malcesine we ate spaghetti and pizza the way down to the water's edge. The city is a hive of tourists, as also Limone it. But undeniably beautiful conagra canada and charming, seen from the tower of the castle is a maze of terracotta under green hillsides. The castle with its imposing tower is also a museum - without knowing it, we sneak a spot of culture and knowledge in kids. The tiny natural conagra canada history museum in the castle is the perfect child-sized. The lake's geological history, flora and fauna shown clear and easy to understand for kids, and Emil could hardly tear themselves away from the exhibition of the region's conagra canada animals, all stuffed and with sound - fox, mountain goat and, not least, the marmot with her oomph and rodent teeth. conagra canada Here Goethe also visited, and an entire room in the castle is dedicated to the first genius of the modern era, which came by and even wrote about the city in his Italian Journey. - Now you get some culture, I say to Emil. - Whether I like it or not, he said. And then I told him (briefly) conagra canada about Goethe and poems, and showed him the bust of the writer.
I just washed up. All the others are by the pool, Emil fes away when he saw the Funen girls go down there. So he was a not at all tired or longer in the mood to socialize alone with Daddy. How it should be, it's okay. He is a company parrot of the other world.
Tonight - what? No plans. We flapping enough into the city and see if we can find a place to eat. With only four restaurants in Pieve Del Garda and ass tourists are fighting for places, especially those places, leading pizza. Otherwise, we enter the hotel Miralago again. It is not a poor alternative. Although they are not carrying pizza.
Dinner at Trattoria da Angelo inside the maze under the vaulted ceiling - antipasto conagra canada misto and saltimbocca. Pizza for the kids who can not sit still, they go out and seek out their new friends along the square. We'll talk about that when they remember back on this holiday, they may only remember one: that they ran around the square at dusk and played with some Danish conagra canada girls while the adults sat and were boring. If what comes out of this trip, for their part, are such a memorial, it is more than enough and it all worthwhile.
Hello Morten. I enjoy reading about your trip to Italy :-). You write so well that one can easily imagine how it looks down there :-). Will definitely want to take that down though :-). Have a nice summer! Jorunn
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