Thursday started out as a disaster. We were showed the wrong laundry room so my laundry card wouldn't work. I finally found someone who showed me the correct room , then after doing a load I opened the washing machine door and water just poured out. It took me a few tries to get the door shut again and by then there was water all over and no drain. We spent a long time mopping up, still don't know what happened, then headed to my friend Monique's house. We had a lovely afternoon again, eating and visiting while the kids played.
Friday at 8:00 in the morning we took a four hour train ride to Lugano. Lugano is a small town on Lake Lugano that is right on the border of Switzerland and Italy. We checked into this quaint hotel that my friend Carmen recommended. It was a short bus ride from town, then a short walk down this cobblestone path before you get to this out of the way place right on the water.
|This was the view from our terrace.|
|View of our hotel taken from the boat.|
|The street on the way to the hotel.|
After we checked in we made our way back to town. We walked around a bit, then got groceries and went back to our hotel, had dinner, and played cards on the terrace.
Saturday, we took a boat ride to a cool town called Gandria. After walking around there for awhile, we got back on the boat and took it to Paradiso where we rode a funicular to the top of San Salvatore.
|The amazing 360 degree views from the tallest hill in Lugano - San Salvatore|
Saturday evening we walked through the rain into town and had a great Italian dinner. Side note - there is a smuggling museum that we didn't make it to, but it shows how they used this border town to smuggle things into the country. At dinner, we asked for tap water and later asked the cost of this very small flask of water. $6.00 - and the same to refill it. Having already refined my smuggling skills at breakfast, I took Kelly's sweatshirt, draped it over my arm and filled up the flask in the bathroom sink. I know I sound pitiful, but really, six dollars and it barely filled up our glasses a third of the way. Keith was appalled, yet half way through dinner he used the sweatshirt technique himself.