Last night’s storm washed away the road to Brissago. We had an interesting detour through the hills of Lake Locarno. The boys boat ended up on a trailer in Germany that wasn’t expected to arrive until Friday afternoon, but they wanted to check out the venue and register. Frustrating to see other boats practicing on a sunny, windy day.
Only the northeast corner of Lake Maggiore lies in Switzerland. The rest is in the Lombardy region of Italy. We decided to try a different route home to avoid the long lines of the detour. Italy is only about five minutes south of Brissago. Once you cross the boarder I was surprised to see how the architecture and energy changed. We drove south and caught the ferry over to the other side of the lake then wove our way up to Lugano. I think it was a longer route, but fun to see Italy and another part of the lake. Driving through the narrow Italian villages takes lots of concentration with the foreign signs, rules, stick shift and narrow, narrow roads. We took a swim in the lake to recover.
Chris fixed his homemade pesto and Marian prepared Newt a second dinner of German bratwurst and sauerkraut.