Sadly taking our leave of our charming apartmento in Omegna today. I will miss this place. It has a chaotic simplicity about it. Waking to the sound of pealing church bells followed moments later by Italian mamas gossiping vociferously and seemingly endlessly to each othe reform their balconies while the traffic noise slowly increased in volume on the streets below. There is something unique about the curious whine that only a Fiat engine can generate. Looking down, the trucks rattle over the uneven cobblestones their loads jouncing around as if in a cartoon. There is a love affair here with the 2 stroke motor...weed eaters, leaf lowers, outboards, and of course the ubiquitous motorcycles and scooters. It creates a cacophony but somehow the ear becomes sympathetic to sound.
Yesterday we cruised the lake on the ferry to Orta chugging past will ages squeezed onto a small patch of flat ground at the waters edge or perched high on a hilltop. The houses all the hue of faded rose petals glowed in the sun and we imagined the lives that must be lived within their walls. One particular villa piqued my imagination...set by the lake within a woodland of rhodendrums and hydrangeas and immediately behind the house a stunning waterfall cascaded down the steep hillside. To add to the envy, a classic motorboat and yacht were moored out front. A dream of a place alright!
Murray daydreaming about his dream home (no. 10?)
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