Talking about escaping, guess what I suggested to hubby? If you know anything about me you couldn’t hit it so I might as well spit it out. I volunteered to skip yet another holiday in the Mediterranean.
Normally, we would soon be heading for our two-week spring journey, most likely to Italy. Selling the house in the countryside and relocating to a town caused some confusion to our travelling practices as hubby wanted to speed up the process by issuing a rather effective measure, a travel ban.
You may remember we terminated the ban last autumn and visited our beloved Italy in October. I did manage to publish a couple of pictorials on our days in Milan (here and here). Now, I am planning to post a series on the Piedmontese part of our stay as a substitute, although a very weak one, for a new holiday.
But first, one more post on Lombardy: here are some appetizers I shot in Varese where we stopped for a couple of hours to have lunch and a walk in the centro storico, the old town. We never made it to the Sacro Monte di Varese, one of the nine sacred mountains of northern Italy that are on the UNESCO list of World Heritage Sites. I am writing this down as a reminder to myself to walk the trail with the 14 chapels leading to the sanctuary should I ever return to the province of Varese. That climb would most likely be even more fascinating than the one I am planning to venture on one day in Bologna (my post here).
I’m not saying there wasn’t a hidden agenda for next autumn behind my so generously offering to stay home but we do have a project or two awaiting that should benefit from concentrating on domestic matters rather than holidaymaking. And the agenda is not that hidden any longer as I am not at all the plotting kind. Besides, he had figured it out even before I told him.