There isn’t much of a story here, at least not in the traditional sense. It’s mostly me leaving Milan, talking about an airport hotel that surprised me, wandering through a massive airport, complaining about a few things with a smirk on my face, and then finally landing back home… followed by what can only be described as excessive B-roll.
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Some trips don’t end when you leave a place. They end when you realize you’re trying to make excuses not to. This morning started quietly… laundry picked up with a handshake, church doors open before the town fully woke up, the smell of flowering bushes filling an entire patio without asking for attention. Salo, on the western shore of Lake Garda, doesn’t shout. It hums. And I wasn’t ready to turn the volume back up yet.
Some mornings don’t need a destination. They just need a balcony, a lake, cool air, and enough quiet to remind you why you travel in the first place. Riva del Garda gave me exactly that. Perched at the northern edge of Lake Garda, this town feels like a pause button… a place where mountains loosen their grip and water takes over the conversation. The view from the balcony alone could have justified staying put all day. But curiosity always wins.
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