Lake Como is a sight to behold. Large, luxurious, divine. We had 3 days to indulge here and, oh boy, we did. We stayed at the gorgeous Grand Tremezzo where we had asked for a room with a terrace, patio, balcony...some kind of outdoor sitting area...NON lake facing (the prices for those would have been obscene)...so that we could have somewhere to hang out while Deia took her naps during the day. This was the first place we had parked it long enough for Deia not to take her naps in the car. The hotel told us they would give us a rear facing, bottom floor room with a terrace. Perfect. Well....not only did we have a terrace, we had a 40x40 swath of grass with 2 lounge chairs, direct access to the garden pool, and to the right was a straight shot view of Bellagio! Not too shabby :) Of course, we rented our own boat so that we could explore the lake solo and Deia enjoyed a cold smoothie on the floating pool of the Villa D'Este. She showed her signs as a budding boater while belting out all her songs as she drove the vessel with daddy. She also sat happily through a 3 hour meal...and a couple others. I can can credit at least 30 minutes of each of those to the wonderful souls who waited on us. The servers in Italy had a way with Deia, and she was putty for them. They would all get on bended knee, eye level with her, say a couple nice things in their gorgeous accent, and she fell in love. They would ask her if she wanted to go into the kitchen and meet the chef...to which she stared and nodded in agreement. Then she would be gone...for 20 minutes or so... ...Corey and I would then open a new bottle of wine...and she'd come back smiling and content. It was brilliant. Deia frolicked through the pathways of Bellagio and through the main square of Mennagio. It was amazing to see her so carefree in this environment. I think it was great for all of us to stretch our legs for a few days after spending so much time in the car. We had visions of what summer holidays would look like if we could rent any of many of the waterfront villas. It was all so truly awe inspiring. ....wouldn't mind an invite from Richard Branson or George Clooney. Yes, we know where they live.
Lake Como, Italy
Lake Como is a sight to behold. Large, luxurious, divine. We had 3 days to indulge here and, oh boy, we did. We stayed at the gorgeous Grand Tremezzo where we had asked for a room with a terrace, patio, balcony...some kind of outdoor sitting area...NON lake facing (the prices for those would have been obscene)...so that we could have somewhere to hang out while Deia took her naps during the day. This was the first place we had parked it long enough for Deia not to take her naps in the car. The hotel told us they would give us a rear facing, bottom floor room with a terrace. Perfect. Well....not only did we have a terrace, we had a 40x40 swath of grass with 2 lounge chairs, direct access to the garden pool, and to the right was a straight shot view of Bellagio! Not too shabby :) Of course, we rented our own boat so that we could explore the lake solo and Deia enjoyed a cold smoothie on the floating pool of the Villa D'Este. She showed her signs as a budding boater while belting out all her songs as she drove the vessel with daddy. She also sat happily through a 3 hour meal...and a couple others. I can can credit at least 30 minutes of each of those to the wonderful souls who waited on us. The servers in Italy had a way with Deia, and she was putty for them. They would all get on bended knee, eye level with her, say a couple nice things in their gorgeous accent, and she fell in love. They would ask her if she wanted to go into the kitchen and meet the chef...to which she stared and nodded in agreement. Then she would be gone...for 20 minutes or so... ...Corey and I would then open a new bottle of wine...and she'd come back smiling and content. It was brilliant. Deia frolicked through the pathways of Bellagio and through the main square of Mennagio. It was amazing to see her so carefree in this environment. I think it was great for all of us to stretch our legs for a few days after spending so much time in the car. We had visions of what summer holidays would look like if we could rent any of many of the waterfront villas. It was all so truly awe inspiring. ....wouldn't mind an invite from Richard Branson or George Clooney. Yes, we know where they live.
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