My daughter and I took a walk today from our hotel in Portofino to the nearby town of Santa Margherita; a long stretch of the path hugs the gorgeous shoreline. I couldn’t resist this shot of a gaggle of kids playing in the waves. Among others….
Katie and I hiked from our hotel in Portofino to San Fruttuoso today, a town that can only be reached by boat or on foot. We set out after an early breakfast, blithely unaware of the trek ahead of us. It was ninety minutes of pretty intense hiking (each way), but our payoff was this quiet little monastery tucked into the bay of this tiny Italian town.
We were up early to pack and check out before our flight home to reality, and I had about 5 minutes to try to snap one more daily photo from Italy. This statue on the hotel grounds was an easy target in my sad rush to leave this beautiful place.
I lugged my camera everywhere I went today, but it was this simple shot of the afternoon light on the white linen sheets in our hotel room that suited my mood best. I’ve always wanted to do a shot like this, but my bed linens at home aren’t nearly as nice–or as crisply pressed.
Hired a water taxi and took a tour of Lake Como today; the weather was glorious, the scenery unrivaled and lunch in Bellagio (the real town, not Steve Wynn’s ersatz Vegas interpretation) was delicious. This is my daughter Katie and her boyfriend Chris soaking up the sun and the views.
Took a stroll into the nearby town of Cernobbio early this evening for a prowl around with my camera. I loved how the lowering sun lit the water in the fountain in the center square. The picture just felt like Italy to me.
I walked into the city of Como this morning; it’s not a terribly pretty or interesting city (for Italy) but I’ve got to do something to counterbalance all the pasta and vino we’re consuming. I spotted this very well loved and carefully adorned bicycle and found it utterly charming.
It was blisteringly hot here today, so all my outdoor photos looked as wilted as the photographer who took them. So I grabbed my fish-eye lens and hopped on the hotel elevator, thinking that the wonderful striped fabric lining could make for an interesting photo. One thing we love about this place is how little it changes over the years, and I have always just loved these little elevators. The Italians have such style.
Arrived in Italy, jet-lagged, a little hazy (albeit a happy haze) and delighted to be back to our favorite hotel on Lake Como. We had breakfast on the veranda while we waited for our rooms to be prepared, and I noticed this reflection of the lake in this slightly open door.