Hand Crafted Travel

We kicked off our last tour of the year with a three-day stay at a grand, 19th century hotel on Lake Garda. Spenta day cruising across Lake Garda’s impossibly blue waters, wind in my non-existent hair and not a single regret about skipping the crowded shoreline roads. Glided past lemon groves and pastel villages clinging to the mountainside before docking at Sirmione—basically a medieval castle dropped onto a narrow peninsula.

Wandered the cobbled streets, treated myself to gelato while perched on ancient ramparts watching boats bob below. The thermal springs give the whole peninsula a slightly sulfuric smell, which sounds terrible but somehow adds to the charm.

Back on the water for a lazy afternoon ride back to the hotel. Lake Garda from a boat? Peak Italian living. No roads, no timetables, just water and sunshine and the occasional Aperol spritz.

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