I arrived at Milan’s Linate airport yesterday morning and at my hotel in the village of Cadenabbia on the shore of Lake Como around lunchtime. It was a painless journey; the only downside was that I had to get up at the ungodly hour of four am to get to the airport on time. It’s not the four am start per se that’s the pits but getting up to catch an early flight is always proceeded by a fitfully sundered night’s sleep as I worry that the alarm on my phone which functions perfectly well every other day of the year might fail to go off.
This is my first trip to Lake Como. The region is a veritable feast for the eyes, a magnificent melange of: rippling water, forested mountains and Italian architecture. It’s looking spectacularly wonderful just now in its many-hued autumn cloak. Nature does seem to do colour better than any of the nearby famous Milanese fashion houses.
After I checked into my hotel yesterday I went in search of lunch. I usually wander around looking at various restaurants before deciding where to eat but as I was feeling dog-tired I simply went into the one closest to the hotel. Now I am normally insanely and irrationally prejudiced against resaurants/cafes which have menus with very few words and instead show pictures of the dishes on offer. But surprise, surprise yesterday having pointed at some pictures on the menu in the Cadenabbia’s Iron Gate café/bar (I will have to find out why its so called) I got very good version of striogoli pasta, smothered in pesto, cooked in the proper Italian al dente way followed by a rather nice slice of apple strudel with ice cream. The moral of this tale (for me) is that it is always good to challenge one’s prejudices.