Lots to cover over the past two days but time is short so I’ll keep it quick:
Lago Maggiore is unspeakably beautiful. There isn’t an adjective in the thesaurus that I could find that can explain what it’s like here.
It is really, REALLY hard to resist buying all the goods I see at the farmers market. I’m not sure what I would actually do with 300 kilos of fresh goat cheese and bresaola but it looks, tastes and smells like something I need in my life. At all times.
There are no churches in tourist towns.
Both the German-Swiss and Italian-Swiss populations like suits. The Germans prefer to wear ties with their while the Italians take there into the lake. That’s really the only difference.
If you have a death wish may I suggest a trip to Lake Maggiore. You can rent a really expensive car/motorcycle and circumnavigate the lake on a seemingly infinite number of hairpins, switchbacks, loops, dips, drops, swerves, curves, turns and narrowing roads. Like a wet piece of spaghetti fell from the pot and and onto the ground. You will inevitably be going too fast on one of these roads and will soon meet the front bumper of an oncoming vehicle, most likely a small, Euro-styled hatchback. But don’t worry. Said meeting will take place at speed and the story of your demise will go something like, “Whatever happend to (insert name here)?” and someone will reply with “He was driving a (Ferrari/Porsche/Ducati) on those insanely dangerous roads of Lake Maggiore. Was doing like 120 when he came head on into an oncoming Alfa Romeo. Sucks but what a way to go!”
