We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
In a chat with an Italian guy from Torino with his two little kids and wife on the flight to Milan, he said "You are only visiting for ten days? In Italy, we have 8 weeks of vacation. We have been in the US for a month, two weeks in New York."
In a chat with a Brit on a ferry on Lake Como: "When you travel with a wife, you see villas and gardens. That's just what you do." They were on a one month trip around Italy.
When do these folks ever work? We talked with plenty of friendly people on our trip, including a Swiss gal who had come down from Bern to the lakes with her dog (travel in Europe is very dog-friendly) for a long weekend.
Some more Italy photos - a cafe in a pleasant piazza in Stresa with a bottle of our staple - the local Barbera:
Another shot of the Isola Bella gardens:
A view from the funicular which connects Stresa with the ski village of Motterone. In the "Borromean Gulf," the left island of the triangle is Isola Pescatore, the far one is Isola Madre, and the one on the lower right is Isola Bella:
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A hill hamlet above Stresa, from the funicular:
The Bar at the top of the funicular, in Motterone. "Bar" has a somewhat different meaning in Italy. A place for snacks, but maybe drinks too.
Good morning BD. I am glad you had a great time and arrived home safe. Thanks for sharing these beautiful pictures with us. Let me see if I have this correct. You spend ten days in Italia,and bring back nice stories and pictures. Mean while that fruitcake, with the tie dyed haircut has been there two weeks, and all we get is two lousy pictures and a request for Skippy peanut butter. I'm stuck in Cowhampshire, and this loon gets to travel in Italia.There is no justice, and the Gods are crazy.
I almost forgot to thank you for the postcard you sent me along with the book you got me."Famous Italian Helicopter Pilots From WW1" It looks like an interesting read!! - - - - - e grande il ragazzo mommie!!!
I'm with Jappy on this one, BD. It appears now that all those Dylan posts by "Ol' Rainbow-Top" were all part of a massive plot to gain our sympathy so that we'd encourage you to smuggle a known poison (and possible toxic biohazard) into a foreign country to help sate his unquenchable desire for peanut butter.
And all we get are two lousy pictures for our efforts??
I expect you'll inform ol' Rainbow-Top of our displeasure and demand more pictures immediately, lest disharmony and unease break out here in the tranquil and serene backwoods of Maggie's Farm. A few hundred pictures of scantily-clad native Italian girls sunbathing at the beach would do just fine.
Regarding your pictures; again, it's amazing how lush and verdant everything is. And are those matching bottles on the table oil & vinegar? In America, the oil and vinegar bottles would be these real tiny things. In Italy, they're two-litre jugs!
"Waiter, splash a little more on there, please."
"Molto buono, vossignoria!"
"Perfect! Now where's my spoon?"
Keep the pics comin', BD. We'z is akshually gettin' culchahed!