After leaving Venice, we drove over through the Italian Alps to on our way to Bellagio. There was still a lot of snow, skiers were skiing, and the terraced hillsides were spectacular.
It was a beautiful day and we followed the winding roads to the Val di Sole, and then wound through tunnels to Varenna where we boarded the ferry.
We spent the night at a great little hotel, Albergo Silvio, where I had the specialty of the house, the salted sardines, caught, dried, and salted by the hotel owner.
The next day, after a visit to
a beautiful garden just below our hotel, we went for our long-awaited visit with George Clooney at his Villa Oleandra in Laglio. But a mix-up apparently. He wasn't there, even though Nancy said he was expecting us. Next time, I guess...
After leaving Venice, we drove over through the Italian Alps to on our way to Bellagio. There was still a lot of snow, skiers were skiing, and the terraced hillsides were spectacular.
It was a beautiful day and we followed the winding roads to the Val di Sole, and then wound through tunnels to Varenna where we boarded the ferry.
We spent the night at a great little hotel, Albergo Silvio, where I had the specialty of the house, the salted sardines, caught, dried, and salted by the hotel owner.
The next day, after a visit to a beautiful garden just below our hotel, we went for our long-awaited visit with George Clooney at his Villa Oleandra in Laglio. But a mix-up apparently. He wasn't there, even though Nancy said he was expecting us. Next time, I guess...
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