Photo Update

Today has turned out to be a great day to update the blog and post photos. We went out this morning to the grocery stores, returned for lunch, and soon after the sky opened up! It’s currently raining here. It was pouring harder than I’ve ever heard before and hailing as well. Luckily we didn’t go out for a ride. Our intention for today was to do laundry as well, but unless it dries up out there, we won’t be doing that. 

As promised, here are lots of photos and captions from the past three days. 

Isola Madre is home to the original 16th century villa and botanical gardens. Here is a view of some flowers with Verbania Pallanza as the backdrop about one mile away.

The whole island is immaculately groomed. Here is a view of a staircase up to the villa from besides the chapel. Today this area also includes some more modern buildings that house a snack bar, book store, and bathrooms. 

Geckos are everywhere here. They’re very hard to photograph since they are small and very fast.

A view from Isola Bella across to Isola Madre and Pallanza. 

The landscaping on Isola Madre must take a lot of people a lot of effort, as it has for nearly 500 years.

Just look at all of those vine flowers growing up the side of the villa. 

The palace at Isola Bella housed a music room which featured a few harpsichords. This one was the most well displayed, likely the most ornate. 

The mosaic tile of the floors in many of the rooms is unbelievable. It is very hard to capture especially with people and furniture in the room, but the scale and detail of these designs all made up of tiny cm2 tiles is incredible. 

Isola Bella also has amazing gardens, but the main feature is this landscaping with the sculptures. The best way to get a good photo of it is to get a post card. Then there will be no people in it. Otherwise, it’s a very popular tourist destination. 

We ate a wonderful meal at Osteria del Castello. The kitchen is upstairs with a dumbwaiter to transport everything to the wait starff.

Green Eggs and Ham

One of the most beautiful views all trip. I love the view from the top of the mountains, but this valley view is equally as incredible. 

The cow has just given birth to her calf moments before we arrived. 

The view from the dam at Alpe Cheggio. 

The color of the water at the mountain lake at Alpe Cheggio was unreal.

Cows chilling out in Cheggio/

The flies didn’t seem to phase this young cow. 

A calf feeding from his mother. 

A well earned plate of Risotto Funghi Porcini, and we didn’t even have to go out. 

Italians, and in this case Swiss, do love their signs. There are signs for everything, but especially hiking trails. Everywhere we’ve ridden here has tons of hiking trails. This must be one of the best places in the world to hike. It think you could hike for weeks, only visiting small towns and mountain shelters to take refuge and get supplies.

Recycling is very important to Italians and Swiss. This sign was at the top of the Alpe di Neggia in the middle of nowhere. They are trying to stress the importance of not littering on the trails. 

On the steepest slopes of the north side of Alpe di Neggia. 12% grade for a long time. 

Kristen arriving at the top of the Alpe di Neggia from the north side. Incredible and dramatic view of Locarno, Swizterland  with a backdrop of the Swiss Alps. 

Here are the goats we ran into once we re-entered Italy. You can see how many of them are just chilling out in the road. Further up the road where most of the 20 or so goats were situated, a many was try to get them out of the road so he could get to his parked car. These goats became our friends for while.

This was the first goat to approach us. She led the other goats to us but quickly lost interest in favor of eating some brush and then relieving herself in the road. 

Once these goats realized how salty Kristen’s bike and cycling shorts were for all the sweating and drying they wouldn’t stop licking her and her bike. It was adorable.

And it tickled. 

These goats were so friendly and so cute!

We could have stayed there all day with them but they probably would have eaten our clothes and our bikes and we would have been left to wander the mountains of Lombardia like naked gypsys.