William will, in Lake Lugarno, Switzerland. More alps and crystal clear water. What a magnificent first impression having been waved through border control. No passport stamp required. The trip through the alps had been one of tension, with cars tailgating through tunnels just wide enough for a car and tourist coach to pass all exceeding the speed limit. Were we the only Sunday drivers in Switzerland? Parked the car will relative ease and set off on foot to engage with the scenery at close quarters. Aspects of Lake Lugarno were mirrored in those reminiscent of Lake Como. Assembled in a square out of the central business area was a full brass band marking a special occasion with attending dignitaries. So as not to intrude we skirted the gathering and walked on 
towards the lake's front. Spectacular villas and boat houses dotted the rim of the side of the lake. Beautiful iron work one of the many features that dominated the head of drives to the villas below. Stephen and I walked through parks and what appeared to be an old shopping precinct. At a waterfront park we heard raging waters before we saw the torrents rushing out to the lake's shoreline. As we strolled across the bridge we admired the strength of water that flowed under the bridge. Along the way we saw an en
ormous wooden carving of a bunch of grapes. So big was the carving, come sculpture that we stopped for a photo op. Lake Lugarno was a cultural experience with an abundance of fountains and sculptures. Both Stephen and I were not keen to repeat the trip that we'd had into Switzerland as we both had ashen complexions and white knuckles when we arrived. We entertained the notion of abandoning the car and catching a helicopter back to Tremezzo. The possibility of a terrifying return trip spooked both of us. In a desperate act of procrastination we broke our homeward journey by stopping at a roadside restaurant for lunch. It was operated by a single man. He seated you, took your order and then cooked for you. Service was friendly, slow but not disconcerting for it was a timely delay that we greatly appreciated at that time. Would we do it again? Yes. The views were worth every terrifying minute. The day's outing included a cable car ride to no where in particular. We emerged from the cabin only to learn that we'd ridden to an elevated platform of a train station.
ormous wooden carving of a bunch of grapes. So big was the carving, come sculpture that we stopped for a photo op. Lake Lugarno was a cultural experience with an abundance of fountains and sculptures. Both Stephen and I were not keen to repeat the trip that we'd had into Switzerland as we both had ashen complexions and white knuckles when we arrived. We entertained the notion of abandoning the car and catching a helicopter back to Tremezzo. The possibility of a terrifying return trip spooked both of us. In a desperate act of procrastination we broke our homeward journey by stopping at a roadside restaurant for lunch. It was operated by a single man. He seated you, took your order and then cooked for you. Service was friendly, slow but not disconcerting for it was a timely delay that we greatly appreciated at that time. Would we do it again? Yes. The views were worth every terrifying minute. The day's outing included a cable car ride to no where in particular. We emerged from the cabin only to learn that we'd ridden to an elevated platform of a train station. 
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