The view from a tiny chapel in Breglia (San Domenico) above Lake Como.
Oh, don't mind us. We're just the Alps, sliding straight into the crystal clear Como waters.
Needless to say, Italy surpassed my expectations. After taking every mode of transportation possible to get to Lake Como ( bus, ferry, metro, plane, taxi, train, tram ) and more running through airports and train stations than anyone present, especially the other travellers, probably preferred, Shannon, Whitney, Randi, and I learned the definition of sublime as we took in the visual, physical, and edible textures that the Lombardy region offered us. (Concerning the edibles, I took in my fair share of gelato). For my high school friends who partook of the laxative cookies, firstly, sorry. Secondly, you would have felt right at home in Nabu (a second round of apologies for those not privy to the insider's scoop and a second round of gelato for me). Oh, and George Clooney sends his regards to all.