Lake Garda mallards
Sleeping Handsome after 12 hours of sleep
view of mountains from ruins
Abram with view of Lake Garda from ruins
Owen and I at ruins
wild flowers
Lake Garda from ruins
pebbles on the beach
Owen on the beach
kumquats we had for a snack
poppies and olive grove (far left) on our way to SirmioneOwen slept 12 hours last night. (As usual, he roused a couple of times to nurse, but there was no getting up and playing for a few hours. Yay!)
We finally had to wake him up to get on our way to Sirmione on Lake Garda. We took a regional bus about an hour west, passing olive groves, vineyards, and poppy fields to Sirmione, a beach town on the lake and once home to Catullus, Roman “love poet.” We all enjoyed the water and the sunshine on the public beach, and we collected a variety of pebbles from the shore. We toured the ruins of a late 1st century AD/early 1st century BC mansion, and walked through the over-priced, touristy shops in the small town. We made a second visit to the beach before heading back to Verona on the bus.
We finally had to wake him up to get on our way to Sirmione on Lake Garda. We took a regional bus about an hour west, passing olive groves, vineyards, and poppy fields to Sirmione, a beach town on the lake and once home to Catullus, Roman “love poet.” We all enjoyed the water and the sunshine on the public beach, and we collected a variety of pebbles from the shore. We toured the ruins of a late 1st century AD/early 1st century BC mansion, and walked through the over-priced, touristy shops in the small town. We made a second visit to the beach before heading back to Verona on the bus.
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