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Post card views We wake to cleared rain, an overcast day but incredibly surprising are the snow capped peaks surrounding Lake Como. The scene has been stolen from a post card or the top of a box of beautiful chocolates. The only thing missing from the scene are the two swans we saw gliding across the water yesterday. We walk along the lake to a 12 century church of Sancta Maria del Tiglio with what looks like a 16th century church built inside the walls of a 15th ...
... time with her either. That left Marco and I. Thankfully he did come that night because if he had not.. I would be left to two
choices... take care of the drunk one, or get snatched by a predator.
The men in the club were very much on the hunt, if you can recall my last blog, these Italian stallions are not always what they seem to be. Luckily I had a body
guard and we all had fun, if we remembered the night or ...
... was extended through my own idiocy and carelessness much to my outrageous irritation. Despite clearing customs two hours before my flight and sitting directly outside my flights gate I still somehow managed to not get my butt on my plane and found myself, when the crowds had cleared watching my plane take off from the window while hanging pathetically onto my boarding pass. What happened? I don't know. I assume the crowds I had been waiting to subside ...
... loved this city.
I arrived at possibly the most beautiful train station in the world, where I met Cristina before heading to her place.
One of the things I loved most about Milan was the graffiti and Street art.There is a lot of bad graffiti around the city, adding to the grungy feel I loved so much, but if you keep your eyes open you will spot some masterpieces waiting to ...
... things were looking up. I could get on the bike and start freewheeling, with the wind and snow now manageable. I had to concentrate on the braking and getting my lines right around the twisting descent but with no traffic daring to take on the pass, I had 20km of exhilarating downhill.
My joy was short lived however. Dormodossola was where I had hoped to reach yesterday. After two hours I finally rolled into town, already drained from the ...