Chuck and I found a dream come true on Lago de Garda. From our little Hotel du Lac we took many walks (passagiata) and I was struck by the old time quality of the town called Moniga. Walking to the beach, I felt what our parents might have found on the beaches of Sea Isle City or Brighton Beach or other shore beaches. Fresh cold lake water and rock beaches seemed uncomfortable to us… but I said to Chuck that the touristsĂ‚Â left cold rainy northern towns to come here to the beach. This feels good to them. Several small cafes serve snacks and ice cream, wine, coffees and food. We strolled a waterfront walk and watched babies stick tentative toes in the water and two swans with 4 babies who call Moniga home. At night, where bigger towns sport garish advertising displays we found two dim neon signs proclaiming BAR and we sat to sip a glass of wine and watch evening close. Then we returned to our small hotel Du Lac, where our hostess Grazia teaches me Italian words like tranquillo. Buona Notte to Italy for tonight after a farewell dinner with new friends Danielo, Elisa, and Giada we fly to Bristol England tomorrow. Arrivederci!
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