Day 31 Lake Como

Lake Como

We packed up the car and hit the road again to head to Como, Italy. It’s near the southern end of Lake Como, one of the most beautiful lakes in Italy. We had to take the highway through the central mountains again that were a traffic mess coming down to Pisa the first time to get back up to Como. I hate Italian drivers and roads. Like most everything else in Italian culture it’s kind of a free for all. I think I mentioned before that the lane lines on the road are merely a suggestion in Italy and people drive where ever the hell they want to mainly. They weave, they’re jumpy, the truckers are just as bad, and I hate it. While stuck in traffic we saw a cat in the window of a car next to us and Colin was saying “That’s a nice kitty, I like kitties.” Then he says “Mommy you like doggies, Daddy you like goats.” LOL I don’t know where he got that from, but apparently Shelby is fond of goats! After what felt like the longest three and half hours in the car ever we finally arrived in Como. Our hotel was very nice, we always seem to find the nicest hotels when we only have one night to stay there instead of at the places where we stay for a few nights. After bringing some stuff inside and taking a little break in the room we headed out to explore. We went to the lake where Colin was thrilled to gather rocks to throw them in. We fed ducks and found a little playground and park area with a train for kids and another carnival type ride. Colin loved that. We also did some people watching and saw some VERY interesting outfits. You have to wonder if these people have mirrors in their house. One girl was skinny as a rail and wearing a fluorescent pink mini dress with these horrible high top sneaker turned high heel lace up shoe things in the same horrible shade of pink. It was hilarious to walk behind her and watch the faces of people as they noticed her. She’d catch their eye and you’d see them do a double take, then look her up and down and then attempt to stifle the laughter. After walking around some we had to go back to the car to feed the meter and then we sat on a bench and watched the sun go down behind the mountains and the lake. We ate dinner at a place right next to the lake and enjoyed our last bit of Italian seafood. I’m very glad we went to Italy and saw the sights and experienced it once, but I think Shelby and I both agree that once was enough for us. There are only a few things I will miss about Italy, the food is definitely at the top of that short list.