Showing posts with label Como. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Como. Show all posts

12 August 2012

LIFE: Lake Como Blues

SARONNO, Italy – It's hard to imagine a more romantic plac than Lake Como. The lake is ringed with tiny ancient stone towns and exquisite villas set deep in lush park-like settings, built to house the rich, the royal and the famous. The luxuriant beauty that surrounds the lake has inspired lovers, poets and musicians down through the ages. It’s hard to imagine not being captivated by the seductive watercolor landscape, the majestic mountains, the sapphire blue lake, tree lined promenades, and the heady scent of jasmine and honeysuckle that floats in the air?
Lake Como
For 19th century writers and composers, no place on earth could compare to the beauty of Lake Como. Percy Bysshe Shelley was so charmed by the 16th century Villa Pliniana, in the lakeside town of Torno, that he tried to buy it.  " It surpasses in beauty everything I have ever seen hitherto,"  he said. The French writer, Gustave Flaubert, author of Madame Bovery, wanted to live and die in Como and opera maestro Giuseppe Verdi wrote the best parts of La Traviata while staying in Cadenabbia with his live-in-lover, opera singer Giuseppina Strepponi. 

Fast forward to this century and we find Richard Branson, Donatella Versace, Michael Shumacher and George Clooney all owning villas on Lake Como, with rumors flying that Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie were also looking to buy in the same neighborhood. 
 Lake Como
In other words Lake Como was so drop-dead gorgeous that nary a mortal could pass that way and not be seduced by its beauty. And that included the town of Como as well. At least it used to include the town of Como. A few years ago, the town council decided it was going to address the problem of the lake overflowing onto the street and into the main piazza of the town of Como. The flooding problem was not serious, it only occurred  every few years, and once at the most during the winter season. I saw it happen only once in the 10 years I have been going to Como. When it did happen they would close off  a small part of the lake road for a couple of hours, but by nightfall the lake would have receded and everything would be back to normal again. Things like that happen when towns are built along the edge of lakes and other bodies of water, it’s normal. But the town of Como wanted to do something about it.

The plan was to re-do the lakefront, raise it up, which theoretically would prevent the lake from overflowing on to the road and into the piazza. The first thing they did was build a high wall along the lakefront, which meant that you could no longer see the lake. A small piece was left open near the maritime station, but even that was semi-enclosed off with tall metal fences. That was about four or five years ago.
 Lake Como
A few years ago they completed the project, but it didn’t work. They had to redo the project.   Then they had to redo the project again, with each re-do costing the townspeople mucho money. I was in Como yesterday and it’s still not done. The wall is still up and tourists are still wandering around, looking  at the ugly brown wooden wall that totally blocks just about each and every view of the lake, and scratching their heads. You could almost read their minds – this is where George Clooney bought a villa? Why?  And why didn’t someone tell us it was like this? Why did we spend time and money to come here?  

Who can blame them? Not even the townsfolk are happy. I stopped to buy a bottle of water at one of the mobile trucks set up in the park, and talked for a few minutes with the owner, Nilla. She said the whole project is a disgrace and somebody, no names mentioned, made a lot of money from a totally unnecessary project and the even more unnecessary re-do projects that followed.  She also said that they have a new mayor now and he has solemnly promised that the project will be completed by next year. She didn’t sound convinced, but then again it wasn’t the first time she’s heard that line.
 Lake Como
In spite of all of my grumbling, and the combined grumbling of the townspeople, if truth be known, there is a bright side. Apart from the fact that if you get out of the town of Como the lake is its same beautiful self, but if you are only there for an afternoon or just want to hang out in Como town and enjoy the beauty of the lake, do not despair for I’m going to let you in on a secret, a big secret. I’m going to tell you where to find one of the most beautiful lake walks in the town of Como.

The easiest place to start is in front of the maritime station. Stand facing the lake, and turn to your left and follow the brown fence until it ends. You’ll find yourself in a park. If you walk into the park, toward the lake, one of the things you will see is a large monument to Como born Alexander Volta, the guy who discovered the volt. From the Volta Temple, keep going to your left and you’ll be on a street that runs between the back of the soccer stadium and in front of the Como Yacht Club – stay with me now. Just past the Yacht Club, and to the left, is the Como Aero Club, the only seaplane school in Europe, go past the Aero Club staying to the right for just a few more steps, still following the lake shore and you will come upon the most spectacular lake walk in the world. 
 Lake Como
If you take that path there is no doubt that you too will be seduced by beauty the likes of which you have never seen, you will fall in love with Lake Como, you will fall in rapture, you will go home blathering endlessly about having found heaven on earth. Too bad nobody ever talks about it, or tells anybody about it – but if you have the courage to get off of the beaten path, I guarantee you will be inspired.  

15 July 2012

LIFE: Back to Nature

SARONNO,  Italy - Once, on a very hot day in July, Guilianna called and asked if I wanted to have lunch in Como. “I know a great place,” she said, “a baita up in the hills behind Cernobbio. It should be cooler up there.”
Italian/Swiss Alps
Desperate to escape the heat I jumped on the invitation and it wasn’t long before we were on the road. We drove to Como and continued until we got to Cernobbio where she made a turn up a narrow two lane road that wound upward behind the highway. 

For the next half hour or so we followed that winding road, climbing higher with every turn.  At one point we entered a very large pine forest and under the deep shade of the trees the air was deliciously cool and fresh. But as we continued to climb upward, cool and fresh became too cool and fresh to keep the windows open.
Onward and Upward Through the Dense Pine Forest We Went
The pine forest was immense, thick with trees so tall you could hardly see the tops of them. I remember thinking we had entered another world, one that was far from civilization, not realizing just how far from civilization we had yet to go. We had not seen another car since we left the highway in Cernobbio about an hour before, and I, with my limited (actually no) outdoorsy camping experience was starting to get a little nervous. If something happened to the car, who would find us? We could be stranded in this forest forever trying to survive on twigs and leaves. There are times in a city girl’s life when even a mugger is a welcomed sight, and this was one of those times, especially if the mugger had a car we could hijack.
The Baita Looked Something Like This
The baita turned out to be a large wood and stone chalet set on the edge of the forest. We had driven not to the top of the mountain, but almost, and as we walked up to the door of the baita Guilianna turned to me and said, “that’s Switzerland over there.”  She was pointing to a spot about half a block from where we were standing. We had driven to the uppermost border between Italy and Switzerland and I remember thinking how easy it would be to smuggle something or someone, or a lot of somethings and someones across that border.

The air was was again cool and fresh, a breeze was blowing across the massive stone peaks  and in the middle of one of the hottest days of the year, Guilianna and I sat and ate steaming plates of polenta with sausages for lunch.
An Alpine Dairy Farm
While we were eating lunch a young girl came in. She was a big, strong girl, dressed in a warm jacket and sweater, leather hiking boots and carrying a walking stick. With her long blonde braids, and ruddy cheeks, I figured it had to be Heidi all grown up.  Of course she wasn’t my storybook Heidi, or even Swiss as it turned out, she was actually from Norway or Sweden, I don’t remember which. She said she had a summer job working at one of the local dairy farms. Her job was to milk the cows twice a day, muck out the barn and do other similar farm related duties.Today was her day off so she decided to hike here from the other side of the mountain, Mount Grona, and have lunch.

At the time, I wondered why such a pretty girl would want to spend an entire summer stuck on a farm in the middle of nowhere, but lately I’ve come to realize that more and more young Europeans, especially Italians, are starting to look at life in a different way. Instead of focusing on technology and getting ahead at all costs, many are turning to a more simple life, the life of their great-grandparents. Life as it used to be before the wars, when Europe was still an agricultural based society.
Matteo Moretto
Since that chance encounter with Heidi’s look alike up in the mountains behind Como, I’ve met others who have taken up a more self-reliant style of living. Remember Matteo Moretto the goat farmer and cheesemaker? (If not, check out that blog at: http://thisitalianlife.blogspot.it/2011/06/auntie-pasta-farmers-market-saronno.html) He’s another feet on the ground, head square on his shoulders type of guy who chose to reconnect with the earth and live a more balanced and harmonious lifestyle.

Maybe it’s the global recession that’s driving young people back to their roots, and maybe that’s a good thing. Farming has changed, animal husbandry has changed, just about everything about living a sustainable lifestyle has changed from when their great-grandparents were giving it a go. It’s a lot easier now, there is more information available at the click of a mouse. And the beauty of it is that it really isn’t all that far from the fields to the future these days so you can have the best of both worlds. And maybe that makes a little baita on the mountainside the best place to be after all. 

I thought you might like this very short video called 'Walking in Italy Monte Grona', which I found on YouTube. Mount Grona is the mountain behind Como and in the video you can see both Lake Como, which is in Italy and Lake Lugano in Switzerland, and pretty much the area where Giulliana and I were that day.

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