Amy and I kicked ideas around for where we should head for
her final day/night before returning to Venice
for her flight home on Saturday morning. We thought we’d sample Soave, 40 miles
east of Lake Garda, which would leave us just 70 miles
to do on Saturday morning. The town exceeded our expectations, having a lovely
historical quarter. We waited until the sun had given us its hottest before we
set off late afternoon to make the steep climb to the castle, where we took in
the expansive views of the vineyard covered countryside. On our descent, Amy
suggested that as we were in Soave it would be rather nice to call in at one of
the many wine bars to sample some Soave. Rather surprisingly Rachel and I
didn’t take much persuading! We finished off the evening with a barbeque which,
for some reason, always starts with rather more smoke than I’m comfortable with,
at least we know the smoke alarm in the van’s bedroom works!
Saturday morning started a little earlier than normal with a
7am cuppa before we set off at 8 for
Marco Polo airport. We reluctantly dropped Amy off at 9.30 before heading 70
miles north into the Dolomites. It was still toasty until late afternoon, but
once 7pm came we no longer needed
every window open and we could enjoy a slightly cooler evening with NO
MOSQUITOS!!
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Pederobba War Memorial commemorating over 1,000 French soldiers
killed in the 1st World War fighting with their Italian allies |
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| View from the aire at Taibon |
Taibon, at the foot of the Dolomites (2,000’) is just a
small village but still supplies us roving types with a ‘full on’ free aire,
even though the electricity was out of order. Despite the modest size of the
place it has 2 churches with remarkably loud bells, slightly out of sync of
each other, so every hour we got a reminder that yes, it was 4am, 5am etc.
Rachel had predicted that with the following morning being Sunday there might
be a bit extra bell ringing going on, at 7am her prediction came true so
another early cuppa before heading ‘up’ further into the mountains. It was just
10am by the time we arrived at the
Corvara aire, 5,500’, 12c, rain showers and 18mpg to get here. By the afternoon
it was ‘batten down the hatches’ weather, wind and heavy rain, what a
transformation from yesterday! We can’t actually remember when we last had rain
on this trip.
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| View from the aire at Corvara |
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| The view when the rain stopped! |
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