GOOD TIMES
part three

Tuesday we decided to forego skiing and take one of the tours. We hopped on one of the ubiquitous buses and headed to Italy, a mere 1.5 hour drive. I must say our bus driver was the bomb because we travelled about 30km on narrow twisty roads. I've never seen a road with back to back to back hairpin turns like that...and going downhill. I can't imagine driving on that road in the winter when there's snow or ice. But we made it safely to the Lake Como/Bellagio region of Italy where George Clooney has a home. It was quite beautiful and we had a good time visiting the various shops. We stopped in at a pizzeria for lunch. Call me an ignorant American but I like American -style Italian food better than the authentic stuff. We ordered a couple of pizzas. It was hard to make a decision because I really didn't like any of the toppings offered. Obviously we (Americans) came up with pepperoni because none of the European places we visited it served any. I settled on a ham pizza (even though I'm not that fond of ham) because cheese pizza is very blah. What I got was a thin circle of bread with a microscopic layer of tomato sauce topped with a little bit of cheese and long, thin slices of ham. I'm talking pieces of ham big enough to make a sandwich with. Once again, I didn't really like it but I was hungry so I ate it.

On our way out, we ran into a couple visiting from California. We asked where they were from and they said San Francisco. We told them we used to live in California and it turns out they actually lived in Santa Cruz. Um, the two are NOT close to each other. I'm not talking about they live in a suburb of SF. It's a whole nother city about 75 miles away! We chatted with them a bit longer then went on our way. We took a few pictures then waited for our ferry. I've been on ferries before, the ones that allow cars even, but I've never seen a few that could hold two double-decker buses! From there, we hit the road back home. We took a different road that wasn't as twisty this time. Though we had no problem getting into Italy, there was much conversation at the border trying to get back into Switzerland. Finally the driver said something about Americanos and we were waved through.

Up next, trying not to die in the Swiss Alps...