Mesmeric Como, Travel Delicacy

by Jamie L. Chicoine | 2010

industrialized tin housing, lifeless garments worn with heat exhaustion cultivated from arduous working hours into the late humid evening. frame the Italian speedway bound for the northern most tip of Italy. and then. just past the irrefutable mountain peaks.

entrancing moon glow, bouncing off the lake’s wind stirred serrated waves, brilliantly welcoming the visitors to the hidden Italian keepsake, as the locals refer to as lago di como. the pristine gem of escape, luxury and breath; away from the high glamour, crisp lime martini mojito refreshments and designer modish branding gatherings. lago, thriving 90 seductive miles outside the border of Milano.

villa d’este: honored Italian royalty meets bliss craved city workers and relaxation thirsty world travelers alike. brilliant aesthetic inventions; steaming mint glazed foie gras with plum drizzle, blueberry champagne liquor offerings and iridescent fuchsia periwinkle striped orchid bouquets adorning castle interiors. only for visitors to conclude post indulgence with ready lit sweet peach candles filling room suites, easing suitors into a night of what most travelers remember as a night that sets the bar of invigorating escape; moments to reason life’s purposeful creation.

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