Thursday June 16
As I sit outside at the Nilus Bar/Paninoteca in Varenna, listening to the gentle waves hitting the shoreline and watching the ferry cross to Bellagio, I realized something I have always known about myself. More than any other place, I love to be near the water.
Whether it is an ocean, a lake or a marina, it is always the place where I feel completely relaxed and happy.
I am looking out at sailboats that are anchored close to the shore, and watching the Mallard ducks get shooed away by a waiter. The sounds of the waves drown out any of the conversations from nearby tables, and clouds are settling in the lower mountains surrounding the lake, after an early morning rain.
Sometimes I think it wouldn’t take too much to keep me here, but when I awaken from the daydream, I quickly become aware of the stark realities of life on a hillside in Italy.