I did the crime ... an Italian espresso at 5pm in Venice. And although it was in celebration of finding our way out of the maze that is Venice, it seems I must do the time. It's 1.29am and I'm still awake. Wide awake!
Today has been all about leaving Trieste, then impulsively stopping for an hour or two of wandering through Venice, and driving on afterwards, another million miles towards Milan then Lake Como.
An impulsive couple of hours in Venice that became 4 hours when we were lost for a while on our way out of that ancient city.
And Venice ...!!! I'm not even sure how to write up the experience. Not yet. But tonight, once we found our way to Bellano, Italy, there was this dinner consisting of this divine smokey cheese, provided by our lovely Air B&B hostess, and a bottle of Italian red wine we had been carrying since Budapest.
Julie made herself pasta but it felt too late for me to be eating something so serious and anyway, I was still recovering from The Most Delicious pasta dinner I had ever tasted ... the previous evening, back in Trieste. Something to do with mushrooms, a cream sauce, and pasta at Al Barattolo.
If you find yourself in Trieste, I can only tell you that you must eat at Al Barattolo because the food is divine. The house red wine is also delicious but that's a whole other story.
That said, tonight's pasta did inspire Julie to write up a blogpost about our roadtrip so far. But our journey is almost done and tomorrow we're off to the airport. I'm heading back to Antwerp while she's continuing on her long journey home, with Athens as her next destination.
I will miss that cousin of mine after almost 2 months of living and traveling together. We do have the most excellent adventures though. Always. Last time we wandered all over England, wondering about speed limits and road rules as we went, occasionally phoning home to seek wise counsel on these serious matters.
We drank wine with mercenaries on that journey. I actually went through a stage where I met 3 different groups of them socially ... by chance and yes, I found it bizarre. We also managed to accidentally walked out of a cafe without paying, realised, then found a branch of the same chain in another town over there, confessed, felt the love ... well actually, their surprise that we were so honest. I think they might have been stunned but anyway, they'd written it off, much to our relief. And so much more. It's never sedate when we get together.
Anyway ... tonight finds us in a lovely Air B&B in Bellano in Italy. It seems to be located on one of the arms of Lake Como, not Como itself though. Everything we've viewed online tells us it's lovely however ...spending time lost in Venice complicated our arrival here and made us some hours late, in fact, after darkness had fallen.
The light was fading fast when we began driving the 50 minutes alongside Lake Como to Bellano. Darkness AND there were masses of tunnels, some as much as 5kms long. And while The Homer Tunnel experience in New Zealand last year, seems to have cured me of my previously intense dislike of tunnels, I wasn't the happiest creature when I realised we had driven an extra 16kms beyond our destination exit road, due to our troublesome GPS losing its satellite connection while in those very same very long tunnels.
But arriving here, meeting Laura - our lovely B&B hostess, settling in, drinking the last bottle of red wine Julie and I will share in a while ... somehow everything took on a rosy restropective glow and voila, we were happy again.
We are fortunate, it doesn't take much to right our sometimes wonky worlds. Well ... I could have done without the whole 'sleepless in Bellano' thing but you wouldn't have this post and nor would you have this small glimpse of a scene I spotted in Venice.