pretty Italian towns | The Traveling Overeducated Housewife

The Handmaid’s Tale gave me lots of nightmares on Saturday night/Sunday morning, so I woke up early. Usually, when I get up, I’m up. On Sunday, I was up for maybe an hour before I decided to go back to bed… and then we all proceeded to sleep until about 9:00am. We never do this. When I was growing up, I would routinely sleep until late in the morning, but now that I’m in my 40s, I’m usually up at the crack of dawn with Bill. It was kind of nice to snooze for a bit.

The sun was out Sunday morning, so after yet another breakfast of cornetti, eggs, and ham, we took a walk to the lake. Rose Apartment is very close to it. There’s what appears to be a private boat slip just yards away from the front gate. The slip also has a gate, but it was left ajar on Sunday. We went down to check it out and found a couple sitting there, enjoying the views and massaging each other.

A few shots of the boat ramp near the Rose Apartment. It’s one house away from the property.

Not wanting to intrude on the couple’s private moment, we took the dogs for a walk down the narrow lane, running a gauntlet of barking dogs in their spacious yards. I noticed that many of the houses in Lesa had at least one dog and the yards were mostly spacious and fenced in. One man was working in his abundantly productive garden as we passed with Zane and Arran. He own dog was enthusiastically barking at us, while the neighbor across the street had two dogs running along the fence, vocalizing.

Lesa has a public beach of sorts. There’s what appears to be a beach bar there, right next to the lake. It’s not the most developed beach I’ve ever seen, but a few people were there milking the last rays of summer sunshine. Another couple brought their dogs and let them wade in the lake. I was content to take pictures.

A dog run… It appeared to be privately owned, run by a dog sitting/training business.

Here is a picture of the “beach club”, which was basically a place that served snacks and probably rented out umbrellas and such. There were a few people there on Sunday, enjoying the sunshine.

This is not the greatest picture, but as we were walking back to the house, we ran into what appeared to be a “Vespa” rally. Dozens of people on scooters passed us on their way to the beach. It was like a parade of scooter enthusiasts. I don’t know if there was a race or a rally about to happen, but it was definitely an interesting spectacle. I suppose if we’d wanted to, we could have also watched the football/soccer game going on at the local sports complex.

After awhile, we decided to go into town to see what was going on. First, we went to Arona, which is a somewhat large town on the lake maybe ten minutes away from Lesa. We didn’t stay because there were many people in the street and no parking to be had. Since Bill had already messed up the bumper on the RAV 4, he wasn’t looking for another scrape. We went the opposite direction, back through Lesa, and stopped at Belgirate, another lakeside town that appeared to be a little bit quieter on Sunday. We parked on the side of the road and I got more photos.

Belgirate is a little more picturesque than Lesa is, though I wouldn’t say it’s larger…

We strolled along the lake, enjoying the sights and sounds and trying to decide where we’d have lunch. We finally settled on La Bruma, a nice looking restaurant on the main drag. They had some tables set up near the lake and were doing a swift business. I felt a little sorry for the waitress, who was busting her butt repeatedly crossing the street laden down with food. It’s pretty hard to get a bad meal in Italy, though, which makes dining there a pleasure.

La Bruma.

Another obligatory shot of my handsome husband, Bill.

Bill ordered this really lovely red… it reminded me of fruit punch without the excessive sugar. It was bold and fruity, slightly spicy, and very nice with what we ordered. I’m going to have to see if I can find this locally.

Service was a little bit slow at La Bruma, although it was otherwise professional. As I mentioned previously, they were having a busy day, so it took awhile to put in our orders. We weren’t in a hurry, though, and the weather was fine.

A little amuse to start things off… crostini with chopped tomatoes. They also brought out rolls and breadsticks that did not appear to be homemade.

I ordered entrecote and this time, the waiter heard me and actually delivered what I ordered. This steak wasn’t bad, although there was a bit of gristle. It was also not as hot as I would have preferred. Again… weeded wait staff.

Bill had salmon with “cauliflower mayonnaise”. He said he liked it, although it was a little bit salty. I noticed some kids at the next table having spaghetti and kind of wished I’d ordered that instead. It looked really good.

Dessert was the best part of the meal. Bill had what was kind of like a deconstructed cheesecake, complete with graham crackers and red fruits. It was delicious!

I had a chocolate souffle. This hit the spot quite nicely. We also had espresso, this time made in a machine instead of in a pot. I believe this meal was about ten euros less than our fish lunch on Saturday. To be honest, I enjoyed the fish more, but like I said, it’s hard to get a bad meal in Italy.

I was glad to see a well stocked dog station, too.

Below are some more photos from nearby Belgirate. I think this time of year is a nice time to visit. It’s not very crowded, yet the weather is good.

One nice thing about Italy is that you can go grocery shopping on Sunday. We decided to stop at the market one more time so we could fill up our wine suitcase with local wines. I also loaded us up on pasta, Italian soaps, cookies, and cheese.

I ogled some fruit.

And noticed the street shared a name with a guy on my Facebook friends list.

As we were about to go back to the house, I saw a father with his little daughter, maybe about five years old or so, sitting on his lap, steering their car into the parking lot. At first, I was a little shocked. It’s been awhile since I last saw a dad doing that… although my dad did it, as did a lot of my friends’ dads. Nowadays, kids have to be strapped down or helmeted for just about everything. While the safety conscious side of me might have disapproved at the sight of a five year old “driving” (and at first, it really did look like she was driving), the more reckless side of me found it a refreshing sight. I miss the days when kids could do that sort of thing and parents didn’t have to worry about someone calling CPS. Of course, I mentioned it on Facebook– most of my old fart friends approved, but there was one comment from someone who disapproved. I was surprised there weren’t more.

Anyway… Italy is nice because it reminds me of a time less controlled by laws. It was nice to see a dad sharing a bonding moment with his daughter. On the other hand, we did leave there with a nasty calling card on our car. So maybe it’s a tradeoff.

Saturday morning, we woke to rain. I didn’t mind, since we’ve had a pretty dry summer up here in Germany. I’ve kind of been missing overcast days. I usually feel more creative when it rains. I hadn’t seen Bill all week and was kind of looking forward to just hanging out with him. I was also feeling inspired to do some writing. Bill went to the market to get provisions for breakfast while I got to work on my main blog.

Italy’s croissants are kind of different. I don’t even think they call them croissants. Down there, they’re called cornetti. The ones Bill got were slightly sweet. Cornetti look much like croissants do, but aren’t really the same and they are probably the one food I like somewhat less, probably because they contain less butter than typical croissants do. On the other hand, my love for these traditional rolls go up when they are filled with something. Last time we visited Italy, Bill found some that were full of custard. That just made my fat cells sing like it was Christmas time! Sadly, this time, the cornetti were empty.

My husband is a creature of habit when it comes to a lot of things. For some reason, when we take these trips, no matter where we are, he gets croissants (or cornetti), eggs, and whatever the local ham and cheese is. He fries me an egg, scrambles himself one, and serves me orange juice and coffee. Bill eats the cheese, while I enjoy a little ham. The dogs beg for a bite. Then we usually decide what we’re going to do with the day. On Saturday, due to the rain, we weren’t motivated to hurry.

Ferry stop.

A few shots of the tiny downtown…

In Lesa, you can pay five euro cents and fill your own bottle with fresh water. We also noticed a vending machine outside of the local pharmacy, probably stocked with condoms, aspirin, and the like.

Since it was raining and Lesa isn’t exactly a metropolis, we decided our big event of the day would be lunch in “town”, as it were. The little village of Lesa doesn’t consist of much, but it’s between a couple of larger towns. For instance, Arona, is a bigger town maybe ten minutes away. If we’d wanted to, we could have gone there. But I had seen pictures of Lesa on Google and wanted to see it. We ended up having lunch at a restaurant called Il Rapanello. Looking on Trip Advisor, I see this place gets rather mixed reviews. Many people comment that the food is good, but the service is hit or miss. When we approached to inquire about lunch, we were told that they only serve fish. I love fish, so that was fine with me. We went in and had a seat.

Below are some pictures from our big Saturday lunch… the first decent food I’d had in a week, since I tend to be lazy about cooking when Bill goes away.

The unassuming front of the restaurant. On nice days, you can cross the street and dine outside by the lake.

Obligatory shot of Bill after he chose wine for us. He had help from the waiter, who also appeared to be the proprietor. The guy spoke excellent English and warmed up to us after I told him he had served me the best meal I’d had in a long time.

A nice local dry white…

And some homemade focaccia.

While we were waiting for our food, I noticed there was a face on the exhaust pipe of the heater. The waiter told me it was Miles Davis, which I never would have guessed. Obviously, it was done on purpose, but at first I wondered if maybe the face was born out of luck.

I was really enjoying the music they were playing in the restaurant. It started with Dire Straits and proceeded to Santana and then, of all people, John Denver. Actually, I think they really must have liked Mr. Denver, since they played several songs in a row by him. I knew Germans are partial to John Denver, but apparently he is missed in Italy, too. I didn’t mind at all. I would much rather listen to him than Euro trash dance music that usually plays nowadays.

I ordered the fish of the day, which was “sea bass”, otherwise known as branzino or Wolfbarsch. It was cooked in cellophane and served with watercress, cherry tomatoes, roasted potatoes, capers, and olives…

Sans plastic… this was so good! My tastebuds came alive at the taste of the fresh fish, cooked to perfection and not at all dry.

Bill had rare tuna served with caramelized onions, salted potatoes, and balsamic vinegar. He usually doesn’t go for anything with onions, but these were very sweet. Later, I could still smell the onions, but they were so good it was worth it.

They aren’t lying when they say they only have fish at Il Rapanello. If you don’t like fish, your best bet is to go somewhere else. I did spot one couple enjoying mussels and clams served with gnocchi. You can only get that for two or more people.

We decided to have dessert. Bill had panna cotta with berry sauce. It was extremely fresh, like the milk that went to make it had just come from the cow.

I had “chocolate bread”. That was how the waiter described it. It was like a bread made of chocolate and served with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce.

Then we had espresso, pour straight from the pot.

Total damage for our sumptuous feast was about 80 euros. Afterwards, we headed to the grocery store to pick up provisions for the evening.

Not a big store, but well stocked with good food and serviced by a friendly staff.

When we parked, Bill showed me the “souvenir” he picked up in Italy. Apparently, he was trying to turn around and had a run in with a cement planter. Fortunately, our car is almost 13 years old and due to be replaced once Bill gets his next job offer.

I notice this is a common problem in Italy. This car was parked next to ours and similarly defiled.

Buy produce or grow your own!

They wrap the bananas at that store…

Mozzarella goes with wine!

And anchovies and sausage do, too.

We got back to the Rose Apartment at about 4:00, just in time to feed the boys their dinner. While they were eating, we got a visit from the Jack Russell terrier next door. He was friendly, but he got Zane and Arran excited. I guess there is a small hole in the fence somewhere. Because the weather didn’t improve, we decided to stay in and watch TV… namely, The Handmaid’s Tale. I have already seen all of the episodes so far, but Bill hadn’t. I had talked about it and he was interested… and sure enough, he quickly got hooked. So we spent a not so peaceful Saturday evening watching a show about a dystopian version of America. To be honest, as fascinating as that show is, it gives me nightmares. However, it also inspires me.

Below are a few more pictures of Lesa as it was on Saturday. We had better weather Sunday.