Albergo Stella Hotel
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... didn't actually look at my face not even one little bit ... he still stamped my passport!
Silvana, Emily and Anthony were amazed at how indifferent they were and that they couldn't care less.
We buy train tickets which cost €12 each from the airport to Centrale. We then find the Tim store to set our iPads and phones up which took 1 1/2 hrs! We are so hungry that all visions of a lovely relaxed lunch at Stresa give way to the ...
... reversing heroics the other day (it was 500m then, it must be 750m now)
Each year Alex and Val are somewhere near us in this hemisphere - was great to catch them for dinner in Amboise
As well as catching up with old friends, it was great to make some new friends like Marie-Noelle and Philippe, like Majid, like Frederique & Denis, like Guilliame & Beringere...and I am sure I have missed some
... and had lunch. We then went on a hunt to find the gelato store that served the biggest scoops. Satisfied with our adventures of the day we decided to catch the ferry to a small town called Lenno, where we had a refreshing dip in the lake and then returned to the hotel. We finished the day off with a nice dinner and more dessert, went for a short walk to try and make ourselves feel less guilty for eating 'that last piece of cake' and then hit the sack. Another beautiful day brought to an ...
... the sound of the Saturday morning street sweeper and council workers emptying bins in our park, we briskly packed up our things and headed to McDonalds for breakfast. Proud of ourselves for surviving a night on the streets in Milan, we were ready to face the day. Our first stop was the Duomo Milano, a 30 minute walk from our park bench. We stopped briefly to take a photo of the Milano Centrale Station which is a predominantly grey art deco style stone ...
... Lots of pretty gardens and restaurants. Being a Sunday there were hundreds of people out promenading the lakeside paths. If I had not had my passport checked by the Swiss border guard, I could have thought I was still in Italy; the language is Italian, the currency is Euros (and not Swiss Francs) and apart from the distinctively less imaginative architecture of city buildings, everything else seemed Italian. And to top it off, I had a pizza for ...