The plan today:
- Have a lazy morning;
- Walk down to the restaurant by the lake for lunch;
- Have a stroll around the area;
- Be back before 5pm because of a chance of rain for an early night.
We did have a nice lazy morning and went out at around 11am. We decided to walk along the Strada Regia for a little bit before lunch to open up the appetite.
Now into our very last day, we found a few entrances that we had missed on previous outings. There seem to be plenty of very long paths to follow up the mountain, it might be worth considering coming to this part of Italy again if only to trek those routes completely.
Some of it is through forest and Nina was obviously attacked by all the mosquitos in a hundred metres. We decided it was not worth it as our main mission at the time was to reach the restaurant without having to walk alongside the motorway.
As we walked up and down the paths following the signs, we ended up finding both public beaches that we had so far failed to located. Great, yes? Well, yes, except that we did not stay there for long. And that we now have no time to go back to them in this trip.
In our usual manner, we faff around trying to find a restaurant, the two obvious ones already visited, we march on down all pedestrian routes we can find only to get to the end of Lezzeno having walked past two bars, one osteria and two restaurants (both closed). The end result… by then is 14:30h and everything is now shut. Everything.
With no other options, we head back to our little apartment to scavenge some biscuits and instant coffee to keep us going until the restaurants open again (around 18:30).
But life was not to be that simple. Even though the weather forecast was of semi-cloudy skies for the afternoon with rain arriving at the tail end of it. Instead, the gods decided they would bring their schedule two hours early, opening the floodgates of heavens onto hour heads for thirty wonderful minutes we enjoyed nature cleanse our souls, soak our clothes and wrinkle our skin. At the same time entertaining the few locals on their varandas watching the two foreigners tread along under the rain.
Our memories of Como shall be of mad drivers in little roads by a cliff edge with a gorgeous view and walking home cold, wet and hungry.
Ah joy. Holidays. 😉