From lo stazione in the main city of Como, you walk straight down the steps into the city. I of course didn’t know this, since I decided to go the night before at about midnight and just bought a train ticket (senza investazione quella mattina). Lucky for me after wandering a bit and working up the courage to ask for directions I was kindly accosted by some Italian Jehovah’s Witnesses who stumbled with me through the language barrier to tell me about Jesus. We shared a nice moment where I defaulted and said I was catholic and then they helped point me in the right direction. Two chiese, uno gelato, e un 20€ abbonamento for the boat later, and I was on my way.
The boat ride was cold and windy but I couldn’t make myself go inside with the view. La panorama era bellissima. And I got distracted by the red hair giggles of the two german tourists. They made me miss Claire, with her crazy hair flying all around. But the air smelled good, not for dwelling on the recent past, but the really distant past. The houses stacked like petit fours into the towering mountains. I couldn’t help it and thought up stories of mischievous princesses running between them, getting into trouble while saving their kingdoms from the assholes of the 1700’s, and of course sword fighting now and then. Oh, and falling in love. It is Italy after all.
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