I dream of warmer, brighter days. I’m a bit ill, sneezing, a bit of a fever, a gentle flu that hasn’t completely run me over, just a tad bit. Oh, I dream of days in Cannobio where we spent four nights at Residenza Patrizia and enjoyed our days thoroughly. Yes, I dream of Cannobio…
… where a small walk in the morning takes me to that narrow little street next to the church where the local baker is. The baker who answers me back in Italian no matter how incoherently I mumble, and still understands my order and smiles.
… where the breeze from the lake and the large mountains makes sure no days are ever too warm, but also never cold during the summer.
… where Italians live, work and go to school.
… where Pippi Longstocking has her summer house. It’s not wooden like her house in Sweden, but it has the same colours. And she has grown a little tired of the policemen chasing her on the rooftop so she set up a great wall around her garden with a huge green gate keeping out all who are not friendly.
… where tourists never completely take over.
… where old and new exist side by side, on top of one another and in line. The oldest buildings are almost 800 years old and they’re still there!
… where lizards need to have bubble-magic shrinking spells cast on them for them not to grow to the size of dinosaurs and take over the world
… where people have lived and worked for hundreds of years
…where the narrow streets are paved with magical round stones that give you bubble-power that can capture bad guys inside magical bubbles that transfers them out onto the lake and to the nearest prison.
Some of the above mentioned things might need a bit of imagination for you to enjoy them as much as we did. Go to Cannobio some day!