There’s not much to say about the Italian Lakes that hasn’t already been said. They are gorgeous and that is pretty much I did; admire them. I didn’t allow myself enough time to really enjoy Como. I only stayed one night but I got there at about 2 pm and check-in at the hostel was 5 pm and later, so I had to lug around my backpack until that time. I hung out in the park in Menaggio, one of the main resort towns on Como. I checked into the hostel and then went to check out the ferry schedule but it didn’t work out to take any ferries over to the nearby towns of Varenna and Bellagio. I hung out at the hostel and met some of my roomates and then went to bed early…only to wake up to gunshots…or at least what I thought were gunshots in my half-awake state. I walked over to the window and they were shooting off a massive fireworks display over the lake! So I stayed up and watched the show, feeling pretty lucky to be there for such an event and obviously not being able to sleep until after they were over anyway. The next day I had to rush over to Lake Maggiore because I had reservations for two nights there in Stresa. Again, it was a hike over there by train. I arrived in the afternoon and checked into a private single which was a little pricey at 40 euro per night but the hostel was fully booked. I ate dinner at La Botte, a place recommended by the lady at the hotel and it was one of the best Italian dinners I had. I ordered tagliatella pasta with boar ragout, homemade sausages, and local beer.
The next day I took a ferry to the neighboring towns and islands of the lake. I started out at Isola Superiore dei Pescatori (Island of fishermen), a beautiful quaint little town that takes up all the space on this little island. Then I stopped off at some of the other picturesque towns. The whole day ended up being a photo-taking session, but I found the area to be interesting and pretty. Maybe not as much as Como but still nice. I hopped on yet another train the next day and took the longest journey of all the train journeys to Lake Garda. I had to get all the way up to the northern tip of the lake because I had made reservations at Riva Del Garda. I got up there and immediately concluded that Garda was my favorite of the lakes. The water and scenery were better than the previous two. And a nice steady wind whipped through the valley, cooling it down a little so that it was not sweltering the whole time like the other two.
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