The Moto Guzzi open days on Lake Como go off with a bang
As the marques faithful followers flock to Mandello de Lario.
From Trieste it was a winding road over passes both broad and narrow.
Lakes dotting the path
To Como the Lake of Dreams
Its early September on inthe villages the fruit on the trees ready to pick
As by the weekend end the first snow had started to fall
Dusting the Alps with white and adding a chill to the air in the passes.
Then there is the history of the area such as Bergamo it’s old and new city, home of Pope John xxiii and comrades of Garibaldi.
And the little village of Glorenza that time almost has passed by.
And is on the door steps of the Swiss Alps.
Italy has a boot in the south and Trieste is it’s little finger hanging over the edge of the Adriatic Sea.
I visited there twice this trip.
Its had to capture the feel of a city in photos but let me tell you Trieste has a beautiful ambience.
The coast around the Miramare Castle north of the city centre is just beautiful
As are the cities major plazas that run down to the Adriatic.
And to make is extra special for me
The Irish literary legend James Joyce visited. Though I dont think Trieste was mentioned in Ulysses!
Just a beautiful city.
The beautiful big expanse of water
Baked hot in the mid July sun
It spans the border I to Switzerland
But it’s so Italian
The exuberance of the Italian language
Talking with the hands
The language almost a song.
On a hot day in July on Lago Maggoria
Its the big daddy of the Alps
2760 metres high
From Lake Como four passes to reach the top
Maloja pass through to Saint Moritz
Then climb the Ofen Pass
And onto Santa Maria at the foot of Stelvio
Then the climb on the Umblia pass
Bikes and cars making the climb
Higher and higher
Till the top
Looking down the valley
Across at the glacier
Standing atop the Stelvio Pass
The brochure called it the lake of dreams.
But it’s a lake of life and vitality.
From the tourist towns like Bellagio
The narrow streets of the villages full of smells of fine food, chatter and laughter
And beautiful villages that held forged dreams that became Italian classics.
Like Carlo Guzzi’s dream for an industry for his village
So if Lake Como is a village of dreams it’s also the essence of Italian love and lust for live, beauty and exuberance.
The piecemealadventurer Mandello de Lario where dreams do come true.