Bardolino

Get ready, y'all. I'm going to make a post with *pictures*. Photographs. It's going to be so high-tech, you won't even believe it. It only took me about twenty minutes to figure out how to put that first one in. Anyway, the point is, we went to Lake Garda a few weeks ago for the festival of Bardolino (a small town on the shores of Lake Garda, which produces Bardolino wine). I am now an expert, so I can tell you that it comes in a light pink color (chiaretto) and a dark red color (I forget what it's called). I wrote that whole pedantic sentence just so I could use the word chiaretto, because I think it is cute. And there it is again. Twice in one paragraph. Score! Anyway.

Bardolino is a very quaint town. See? Quaint. Also, with palm trees.


Also, there was a stand with Sicilians selling food. It is always good when Sicilians sell food. They will give you arancini and cannoli and let you take pictures of their other very strange and wonderful things (small fruits made of marzipan! bread that is as big as me! bread with olives all stuck in it!). Yay!


Also, you can see the lake. Duh. But, no, really, it's lovely. You can walk along the side of it on this lovely wooden promenade structure thingy, and gaze out upon the loveliness of the open water with the mountains in the background. *Sighhh* So nice.


Yes. When you live in Italy, weekend trips are almost always a good idea. Because in Reggio Emilia, we have no boats and no open water for the sunsets to reflect off of. (I've never been anywhere near the Crostolo at sunset, but I'm going to go ahead and venture that it's not quite the same...)