Stresa, Stress and T.S.
Nov 1st, 2008 Posted in Daily Post | no comment »But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
Let’s talk about Italy.
In the north are the Alpine lakes where residents of Milan go on weekends and holidays. The best known lake is Lake Como, which according to the chatter on our tour bus has a sole inhabitant by the name of George Clooney. We drove past Lake Como on our way to Lugano, Switzerland, and let me tell you, George Clooney owns a LOT of houses.
Next to Lake Como is Lake Maggiore, which is a very long, very slender lake surrounded by one adorable town after another and roads that are (I measured) six inches wide. You might ask, how can such a road accomodate two tour buses, three scooters, five pedestrians, and one SmartCar across its narrow width? I don’t know. It’s Italy. We don’t worry about petty details like this; we’re too busy wondering what we’re going to eat next.
