Our day to day is rush and bother about greeting cards. However, in blog time we are still in Europe. Specifically, along the shore of Lake Como. If only…
I’ve known Lake Como forever. Murals decorated the walls of my boyhood Italian restaurants. When I moved west I discovered it was an endless source of inspiration for amateur art. None of which prepared me for the real thing.
Those bright flowers and steep hillsides did not suggest how large the lake is. Nor did they indicate that the bright flowers and steep hillsides number beyond counting. A failure that opens a gap between the fantasy and the reality.
This is beauty done on such a large scale that it can be taken for granted. There is no frenzy. No checklist. The game here is to visit an impossibly beautiful location. Enjoy a stroll, visit a cafe, browse a shop, marvel at an old church and ferry off to another impossibly beautiful spot. You are never going to see it all. No reason to try. Relax, it is delightful right here.
Even when it is overcast, as it was for our visit. But with so little drama on the ground a little in the sky just made things more interesting.