malcesine

skied for two glorious days then happily hung up my skis. figured best to quit while i was ahead, and before i broke anything. in retrospect, do think i might've chipped a tooth during a particularly nasty tumble but hm, no harm no foul? thrilled to have ended confidently on a hard red slope that i couldn't have managed the day before. so easily please, i am. such low expectations! the blacks weren't open, but even if they'd been, it'd have taken more than liquid bombardino courage to get me up (and down!) one of those. am resolutely the world's biggest chicken when it comes to risk and risk-taking. yay can't wait to be a junior doctor having to manage risk on a daily basis.... :/

C, as usual, had the best tips and suggested we go to malcesine. had been tipped off about riva del garda which she then sort of wrinkled her nose at (haha). so malcesine it was, with the shortest of stops at riva before deciding it was indeed not quite what we wanted. it felt like florida? sort of low rent and motel and palm tree-y. malcesine, however, was just stunning. driving there was surreal because it felt like a ghost town. miles and miles of beach front property but empty! weather was mild and we were later told it was a summer place, as one would've imagined. the sole open cafe was right on the water and made for a pretty lunch spot. was surprised by how affordable things were. expected the worse but mains were EUR8? more than decent!