I
just realized that after all this time I have never written about
Arco.
Arco
is a town near Lake Garda, in the Trentino region of
Italy. It is situated in the north. Arco is
near the southernmost border, 10 mins from the tip of the Lake. It
has a beautiful castle that is in ruins, and my boyfriend's parents
have this apartment that overlooks it.
Whenever we can we come up here, it is the kind of place that recharges your energies...and we love it for that.
Every time we are thinking to come up here ( I am writing laying in bed in Arco) our car gives us some trouble, at first it was the clutch, then it was the gear stick...this time it was the muffler. I don't know what kind of evil spirit has possessed our car, but it gives me the shivers.
The trip up here is almost aways the same, we take the highway then a pitstop to get some junk food at the service station, we get off at the “Brescia Est “ exit and take the long panoramic route that runs along the lake.
This trip is almost aways the same, and this is the beauty of it. I know exactly where we can see the lake for the first time: just a little triangle between houses and trees, quite far away, that under the summer sun gets wavy golden streaks, and in the winter a pale dark greenish blue.
This road is a windy road, that follows the hills and turns of the lake and its lakeside towns. It follows the careless urban development of the old. Sometimes it widens and sometimes it gets as narrow as it can get.
This road gives and it takes; it gives us a glimpse of the past, when roads were built to go from house to house and not from town to town. It gives us the most wonderful sights of the lake and of its majestic peaks. In the summer it serves as the guide that takes us to see the lake become a mirror for the sun and sky. In the winter for the sight of mighty mountains covered in white snow. The only thing it takes in return is a little patience with the tourists and a bit of our time.
It also takes us to Arco, and the most wonderful sight of all is when it turns north, and we can see the peaks one behind the other, and in the middle a smaller one, with the Arco castle on top of it.
Whenever we can we come up here, it is the kind of place that recharges your energies...and we love it for that.
Every time we are thinking to come up here ( I am writing laying in bed in Arco) our car gives us some trouble, at first it was the clutch, then it was the gear stick...this time it was the muffler. I don't know what kind of evil spirit has possessed our car, but it gives me the shivers.
The trip up here is almost aways the same, we take the highway then a pitstop to get some junk food at the service station, we get off at the “Brescia Est “ exit and take the long panoramic route that runs along the lake.
This trip is almost aways the same, and this is the beauty of it. I know exactly where we can see the lake for the first time: just a little triangle between houses and trees, quite far away, that under the summer sun gets wavy golden streaks, and in the winter a pale dark greenish blue.
This road is a windy road, that follows the hills and turns of the lake and its lakeside towns. It follows the careless urban development of the old. Sometimes it widens and sometimes it gets as narrow as it can get.
This road gives and it takes; it gives us a glimpse of the past, when roads were built to go from house to house and not from town to town. It gives us the most wonderful sights of the lake and of its majestic peaks. In the summer it serves as the guide that takes us to see the lake become a mirror for the sun and sky. In the winter for the sight of mighty mountains covered in white snow. The only thing it takes in return is a little patience with the tourists and a bit of our time.
It also takes us to Arco, and the most wonderful sight of all is when it turns north, and we can see the peaks one behind the other, and in the middle a smaller one, with the Arco castle on top of it.
