Great Italian Lakes
There are only four of them – Como, Garda, Iseo and Maggiore. Fantastic Four. If you look at the geographical map, then Como, Garda, Iseo and Maggiore will not be particularly different from each other. But in reality they are all different – with different characters, beaches and water. Exploring their secrets is more interesting than the beach, even the ocean.
Each lake of the great Italian four has its own flavor. And this is not just a metaphor. The water in Garda, for example, will differ in taste from the water in Iseo. Give it a try. Just scoop your palm. In Lake Garda, the water will be more salty, tart, and almost marine in taste, while in Iseo it will be more “watery”, more transparent, more flowing, although Iseo is not a river, but a lake. The water in Como always seems warm and a little with a touch of some sweet syrup, like a little champagne, while the water in Maggiore is always cold.
And the thing is that in Lake Garda there are many strong thermal springs that the ancient Romans knew about and which they used to improve their health. These thermal springs make themselves felt extremely harsh, beating nose odor of hydrogen sulfide and a strange dense haze, almost never leaving the expanse of water. Such a haze in the aristocratic speech of Tuscany is usually called fumana. This haze appears on the Tuscan hills at exactly five in the morning and disappears only by noon.
Great Italian Lakes Lake Garda, with which we propose to start this May trip, is deservedly considered the most solemn lake of the whole four. Garda is considered the most magnificent, most eternal and most state lake. On the shores and waters of Garda many times a story was made in all its kinks, bends, brilliant victories and complete disgraces. Here, in the battles forgotten by modern textbooks of history, many Roman Augustas and patricians, noted in the Annals by Tacitus himself perished. This is evidenced by the numerous surviving busts of the ancient Romans, these formidable shaved heads with empty eye sockets and bangs carefully licked on the bald marble skull. From the last historical events on the Garda, we can recall the 1943th. For example, on the shores of Lake Garda there is the city of Salo, where Benito Mussolini, once theatrical, shouting like a monkey in silent despair, lived his days before the execution, and the terrible story of his fall was noted by Pazolini’s film.
On the banks of the Garda, there is the luxurious villa of Gabriele D`Annunzio – a mediocre poet, a terrible writer, an unfaithful husband of great actresses, a good aviator and the greatest Italian adventurer since Casanova, who embodied in his life and, perhaps, into the life of Europe the 1919 model of Nietzsche’s dream about to the superman. Recall that in September 1919, this writer, sadly singing moonlight, wilted roses, love to the grave and other symbolic poetic rubbish, took and seized the northern Italian port of Fiume (or Rijeka, if you speak Croatian) with the help of his commandos. The grief writer not only managed to conquer the port, but remained his powerful commandant until 1921, which over the next many years aroused the envy of Mussolini himself.
Lake Garda gives a magnificent cast of history. The cast will be exactly like that bust of the Roman, which, for example, is in the large lakeside park of Sirmione, the most aristocratic town of Garda, shaded by palm trees and cypresses.
Great Italian lakes Lake Como is a completely different story. The shores of Como are dynamic, mountainous and covered with cozy fluffy green forests (and not a single bald spot!). The landscape here is peppy, almost sporty. But the gyms in the famous hotels, alas, are always empty. Nobody thinks to pedal. Como is a sport, but only please from a distance. Or tomorrow morning, without fail, certainly. We will come. Yes Yes! Early in the morning!
But in the morning on Lake Como always for some reason you want to drink champagne and ride a white boat, and forget about the simulators. Because on Como nobody goes to bed before morning. And on Como you need to wear silk shirts and silk pajamas (silk is an ancient craft on this lake; is it worth explaining that here silk ties are one of the best in the world).
Many Hollywood stars married Como, and this is a tradition. Gianni Versace lived on Como, and before him the Visconti dynasty, and about a year ago from 1260.
You need to be able to dance tango on Como, even in silk pajamas, but even better without it. Como is a lake of idle aristocrats, magnificent revelers and everyone in the world of lovers and marriage of all stripes. Here in local parks, it seems that chestnuts always bloom, dropping their small flowers on the heads of travelers. The baroque towers of tiny towns and gracious villages past any schedule ring the life-affirming battle of the old clock. Small helicopters and white-winged hang gliders hover over Como, neatly skirting the mountains. And most importantly, it seems that in any weather, Como is summer.