It’s funny how the weather can change your perception of a place.
When you think about Lake Como in Italy, you probably imagine beautiful blue sunny skies, hanging above sparkling water. Probably something like this. Not the photo above.
When I went to the Italian Grand Prix last September, my friend and I arrived at lunchtime on the Wednesday so we had the rest of the day to kill. We both really wanted to go to Lake Como and decided to drive up.
I didn’t drive, I refused because having experienced Italian roads the year before I was convinced I would end up having an accident and paying the rental company a small fortune. My friend had booked a hire car before we went and asked for a small car, because that’s what he was used to driving. Instead we got some kind of family wagon tank type thing and to make it even scarier for him, it was an automatic and he had never driven an automatic before.
After a nervous start, we found our way to Lake Como in one piece. To my dismay, it was a pretty dull day.
We were met with grey skies and cool air, not sky so blue it looked like it must have been photoshopped and warm air with a slight breeze coming off the lake like I’d imagined.
Don’t get me wrong, it was still a pretty spectacular place and what I actually loved the most was seeing big houses nestled in the hillsides and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to live at the top and be treated to a beautiful view when it was actually sunny.
Having not eaten since about 6am we decided to have pizza at an outdoor restaurant. It was a poor representation of pizza, which was a bitter pill to swallow in a country renowned for pizza. To compound matters, I was still basking in the glory of the amazing pizza I’d eaten in Germany two weeks prior. (Yes, I’m still talking about that pizza!)
It was so underwhelming. I’d gone there excited about the prospect of seeing a place I’d been aching to see for years and when I finally arrived it was such a comedown. It was a bit ‘oh’.
I wanted to wait around to see if the sky would clear but with an automatic tank and the thought of rush hour traffic in Milan, we left earlier than we’d have liked to.
When I got home my Mum and Nan eagerly asked me about what Lake Como was like and it sucked to tell them that it wasn’t as good as I was expecting it to be. Truthfully, the Lake District has provided me with better views than Lake Como on that dull Wednesday.
It’s strange how we think that we have to go abroad to see something beautiful, when there’s so much stunning scenary on our own doorstep.
I’m sure I will go back to Lake Como and give it another chance and I’m sure it will amaze me and make up for that grey day last September.
Tell me about a place you visited which disappointed you.