Easter was a treat. It’s not like I got any more sleep than usual. In fact, I don’t remember the last night I slept 7 hours straight – having a baby does that to you (I’m not quite a sleepwalking zombie, but there’s definitely days where I’m really looking forward for Dub to come home from work). However, stepping out on that terrace at my family’s cottage makes all of that tiredness fall off my shoulders. Soaking in the view makes me feel like I just arrived home. Every single time.
Even in the early spring it’s always a few degrees warmer in Gargnano than in München. The sun is out a little more. And that slight green veil of spring leaves has already been draped across the hill sides. While across the lake Monte Baldo is still snow-capped.
Strolling down Gargnano main street not much has changed over the years. Yet each time we’re there, there are small signs of an ever changing community. A new bar selling the paper, a cheese shop that makes their own cheese, our gelateria moving to a new spot, the church in a fresh coat of paint. And while I miss some of the details of “back when I was little”, Gargnano has never yet ceased to charm me.