Looking back on those golden days
It’s been a dreary week weatherwise so I haven’t been out and about as much as usual. I’ve used the time well though and written a couple of Italian guides. The old albums came out and took me back down Memory Lane, and I thought that you might like to come too?
Lake Garda was a family favourite when James was small. Icecream, pasta and pizza- need I say more?
He was quite keen on the Power Rangers too! Remember them?
We stayed that first year in a small family run hotel in Bardolino. Our welcome was warm and the food memorable. A simple tomato sauce with the pasta was the best I have ever tasted. The tureen went round and around the dining room, till everyone was stuffed full. You just couldn’t refuse!
Our days were spent hopping on and off ferries to explore the lakeside towns. James especially loved the hydrofoils and his face would light up whenever he saw one.
And then there was Gardaland! Not on a par with Disney, but it was a good old family romp, with pirates, parrots and sealions. The day ended following the procession, led by the park mascot, Prezzemolo (Parsley), a friendly green dragon.
We had so much fun in Bardolino and still had lots to see, so the following year we returned to the top end of the lake, staying at Torbole. This time we had a pool but the water was FREEZING! James ventured in with his blow up dinghy, but I much preferred the ferries.
Torbole is the windsurfing centre on Lake Garda and some days the wind was quite fierce. The surrounding scenery was spectacular however, and one day we went on a walking trip to Arco.
James was mostly just impressed with the icecream, and playing in fountains, of course. Another firm favourite was a tabletop game, a bit like pinball but played with a cue. We’d seen it before in Austria. Anyone else played it?
The following year we couldn’t possibly return to Garda again, so we went to Lake Como and lovely Bellagio instead. More ferries to ride. Still in love with Italy, Sorrento came next…. but perhaps I should save those memories for another day.
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How lovely – my family is from the south of Italy, so this is an area I don´t know but would love to visit one day!
And so you’re living in Spain! Funny how life works out. I always thought we would buy in Italy but I can’t honestly say I have any regrets. Just the odd yearning when I look at the photos. And I have a friend travelling to Limone today.
*Sigh* I would LOVE to see Italy but I’m unsure how open to multiculturalism Italians are. Although we’re a moderate muslim family, visually unidentifiable from anyone else, we do strive to eat only halal meat. Does Italy have a large muslim population and therefore resources like halal butchers? And are Italians accepting of different skin colours?
Thanks for sharing your wonderful pictures with us.
Oh those are hard questions Aisha and I can’t pretend to know the answers. I had not realised that you were a practising muslim. Presumably you have access to halal butchers in Canada? I have no idea how large a muslim population Canada has.
Is Aisha your given name, or did you change it to fit with the religion? I had noticed in passing that you had a rather pretty “exotic” name, but thought no more about it. Hope you don’t think I’m rude? No offense at all intended.
Oh Jo! Don’t worry, no offense taken and sorry to make you feel as though you might have been rude. We’re not the easily offended type.
I knew it was a long shot but wondered if you’d noticed or heard anything. The attitudes of a country and it’s people towards mixed race families plays a big part in the kind of experience we have there. And it’s always nice not to be totally restricted to vegetarian and fish dishes!
I DID change my name when I converted, it was the excuse I had been looking for, as I hated the name I had been given http://wp.me/p1J9Lk-1cW