
As Lynne has already mentioned, our August travel trip was pretty sweet. I enjoyed a week of hiking solo, in the Dolomites, and then a week later, Lynne joined me for a tromp up and down, over and around, the steep but beautiful Dolomites. Sore knees forced a change of plans after day three - so we hiked down, returning to our car for a few days of road trippin'. But, let this be a warning to all enterprising Italian vacationers, the temperature of Italy in August is
not for those accustomed to cooler climes.

Our travels took us to Lago di Garda where we camped and enjoyed swimming in a lake that was clean and cool before continuing to some other interesting cities. Seeing such interesting places made us feel that Tuscany, the most storied of Italian regions, is somewhat over-rated. Next time we have visitors who come here, we are going to get you "off the beaten path," into some of these less touristed towns, where you can see how interesting this place is, day to day. Lago di Garda was stunning, beautiful, and even in the most popular season, it was surprisingly relaxing.
One of our favorite stops on our sojourn was Verona. The city is notable for more than just Romeo and Juliet, and just outside is one of the best wine regions in the country. Our goal was to try a few of these great wines, when they were relatively cheap. Fifteen minutes into our day in Verona (at about 10 am), we found a quaint little wine bar, with beautiful hardwood decor and local football paraphanelia on the walls. It was tucked into a side street, easy to miss. I glanced at the menu, and they had some cheap, cheap glasses (1.50 Euro!). We peeked inside and started talking to the owner, enjoying the peace and quiet of our discovery. Pretty soon, the locals started showing up. I chatted with a short, smiley guy, about sixty, spunky, and full of stories about Verona. He introduced himself as "Alberto, but everybody calls me "the mosca" (aka, "the fly")".
The fly bought us a round of wine, and entertained with stories. Soon his buddies began appearing. We met Nicola, who worked in a watch shop, and Diego, who was quiet but funny, and Charlie, who made a living as a blues musician. They were in the mood for sharing, were really funny, and loved to share recommendations for what to drink. And, amazingly, they started buying us more wine. A couple of hours later, it was noon, and we were four glasses in. But they were just getting going.

We switched to white wine (with ice cubes), and started drinking Soave, a smooth, mellow balanced white from just outside the city. It was about 90 outside, so the cool wine hit the spot. As our hosts started telling funny stories, talking smack to each other, we felt comfortable and happy, and we started getting bolder and bolder with our italian. There were lots of jokes, and lots of toasts, and lots of different wines to try. By 2 o'clock, my face was red, and the crowd consisted of about 8 Italian guys in their late 50s and 60s, myself, and Lynne. She looked like a queen holding court, smiling and laughing as these local characters traded stories to impress her. As the mosca was busy recounting all the embarrassing stories he could remember, every 15 minutes another friend would stop in and have a drink. By mid afternoon, we all sat down in the extra room for a big meal. I was thankful for anything to soak up my mid-morning wine binge, and we dined on pastas, fresh vegetables, meats, and cheeses. Our Veronese friends, so kind and hospitable, insisted on paying for all our drinks and lunch.
Perhaps not surprisingly, the afternoon brought more of the same! We wondered to ourselves, "do these cats do this everyday?" Our friends insisted there was more to see, and our afternoon tour brought us to another drinking locale, and then eventually back to our new friend Charlie's house, to swim in his pool. They even hosted us for the night, showed us pictures of their families, and we had another great big dinner at Charlie's place. These kind, friendly, and merry gents set a new standard for hospitality.
The rest of our vacation was excellent, but as I might have mentioned, H - O - T. After our Verona drink-a-thon, we both needed a day of rest, to tend to our queezy stomachs, before continuing on our journey - to Venice, to Ravenna, to more mountains in the south of Italy (including one called the Corno Grande) and some beach time. All in all, a good trip - but warmish. Our lesson was this: if you come to Italy in August, be prepared to drink some cool beverages, its the best way to beat the heat.