Travelogue

Day 1 - Arriving in Tasch and Hiking to Matterhorn Views

Simplon PassI’m not sure why the Matterhorn hadn’t made it to our original itinerary, but after speaking to fellow travelers along the way, we added it. That is the beauty of not being locked into a fixed itinerary.

Our drive between Lake Maggiore and Zermatt was very scenic, but reinforced for us why Europeans have smaller motorhomes than the U.S. The roads leading from Italy to Switzerland were so incredibly narrow, steep, and twisty that our trusty Lazy Daze, or at least its driver, would not have been happy navigating them.

When we came to the border, we had to stop to buy a vignette to drive on Switzerland’s highways. All the countries in Europe, except for Germany, which is free, have some form of charging people for driving on its roads. In Austria it had been a 10-day vignette for 8.90 euros, but in Italy it had been a pay-as-you-go toll system, which added up to something like 80 euros for us. In Switzerland you have to buy an annual vignette for 40 euro, which seems like a waste when you are only going to be in the country for a week, but still cheaper than driving the Italian roads.

First peak of the MatterhornWe also had to exchange some euros for Swiss francs because we now were leaving the European Union. It was exciting to be in Switzerland!

Our drive took us over beautiful Simplon Pass, where we stopped to admire the incredible view. We were back in the Alps, and after the heat spell we had been experiencing the past few weeks, I felt like making a snow angel.

We continued on to the town of Tasch, Switzerland, literally, the end of the road to the Matterhorn. Since Zermatt is a car-free town, visitors have to park their cars in Tasch, 5 km away, and take the train in.

Fortunately for us, there was Camping Alphubel located right near the Tasch train station, which we would use as our base camp for exploring the area over the next two days.

Matterhorn from the AHV-WegThe campground was nice and the woman working the reception desk was really helpful in giving us information as to how to get a good view of the Matterhorn in Zermatt. Apparently it wasn’t that easy.

Herb and I really like to keep physically active, but with our busy itinerary, we hadn’t had much time for running, our primary form of exercise. To make up for it, we were pretty much hiking and walking everywhere. Who needs trains and buses when you have feet?

So, rather than take the train to Zermatt, we chose to walk the 3.5-mile Bahnweg path instead. It started right by the campground, and followed the train tracks most of the way, leading us through forests, meadows, and pastures. There were no big views along this trail. Instead, the main attraction was watching the fancy red Swiss trains zip by. Unfortunately, we don’t have trains this fast and beautiful in the States.

Finally, we passed the Zermatt heliport and descended into town near the train station (bahnhof).

Zermatt is a very popular and glitzy ski resort town, and it felt very much like ski resorts in the States, such as Aspen or Vail - right down to the expensive food. I looked at a menu and saw that burgers and pizzas cost over 20 francs - no more 6 euro pizzas like we had found in Germany and Italy. Switzerland is very, very expensive.

We followed our campground host’s very specific directions and headed across town along the Untere Mattenstrasse towards the Vispa River. We crossed the river and arrived at our destination, the Sunnegga-Rothorn station, the starting point for several scenic train trips up into the surrounding glaciers and mountains, such as the one to Gornergrat.

Zermatt at the foot of the MatterhornNow here comes the tricky, secret part we learned from our campground friend. She told us to walk through the station, but to make a left just before the turnstiles for the trains. There, as promised, we found an elevator (funicular), which we took for free up to the starting point of the AHV-Weg trail that would lead us to fabulous views of the Matterhorn.

She was right!! There it was - the iconic, pyramid-shaped mountain. What an amazingly unique rock formation!

We had a long trek home ahead of us, so to increase morale we stopped at a COOP supermarket near the train station and bought 2 beers to enjoy along the trail.

All in all, we hiked 12 miles with about a 2,000-foot elevation change. Not a bad day’s work.

Day 2 - Explore Tasch

Herb relaxing on tiny SchaliseeWe briefly considered moving on to Grindelwald, because we had already done our hike to see the Matterhorn, but decided to hang out another day and explore the village of Tasch.

Once again, we consulted Trip Advisor for a suggestion of things to do in Tasch. I have to admit that the list was pretty short, but long enough for our purposes today.

One of the Top Things to Do in Tasch is waterskiing in the Schalisee, a tiny little lake located about a 20 minute walk from our campground in the opposite direction from Zermatt. We were intrigued, but skeptical. However, it was another hot day, so the prospect of dipping into a refreshing mountain lake sounded inviting.

The Hohenweg above TaschSo, we put on our bathing suits, packed towels and a lunch, and walked to the Schalisee. It was quite pretty, surrounded by larch trees and grassy meadows, with a grassy beach on its shore.

As for the water skiing, now we understood. These Swiss are so ingenious. The lake itself is only a little more than 100 meters long, but instead of using a boat to pull a skier, which would be impossible, they have built an electrically-powered waterskiing lift that pulls skiiers from the shoreline. There is even a jumping ramp in the middle of the lake. I would have loved to have seen this in action, but unfortunately it wasn’t opening for another week.

After a refreshing dip, we continued our exploration. We crossed the main road which goes to Zermatt, and hiked up a steep hill to the Hohenweg (High Path), which led us along the hills above the village of Tasch for about 2 miles before descending into the town.

Cemetary Roemisch-katholische Kirche CemeteryUnlike Zermatt, this is not a glitzy resort town, but a real down-to-earth village where everyday, hardworking people live - in fact, the workers that make Zermatt the successful resort it is. It was quite charming and quiet.

The next (and last 2) things to do in Tasch according to Trip Advisor were both churches. The first one was the Roemisch-katholische Kirche (Roman Catholic Church). The interior was much simpler than the Catholic Churches we had visited so far in Munich and Venice, as you would expect in the parish of a small village.

The most interesting thing about this church is the beautiful cemetery in front of it. Rather than tombstones, each grave has a wooden-carved cross, topped by two more pieces of wood, forming a triangle - kind of like the roof of a chalet. They were beautiful. Each marker had the deceased’s name and dates and was surrounded by personalized items - photographs, flowers, candles, memorabilia, etc. There was no status-seeking here - all the markers were of the same wood and height. What a lovely, peaceful setting to come visit one’s loved ones.

Fuxstein ChapelThe second church on the Things to Do list was very different from the first, and a bit hard to find, because it is so well camouflaged - a rather unique characteristic for a church. The Fuxstein Chapel is not a free standing building, but rather a room hollowed out of a large boulder that sits on the valley floor, surrounded by meadows and pastures.

The interior is quite small - just a few wooden pews set before a small golden altar. Rather than the usual cross representing the crucifixion, the bottom of the altar contained a glass, coffin-like box containing a replica of the body of Christ.

I couldn’t believe this chapel was only about a 100 yards from our campsite, and we never even knew it was here!

Tomorrow we would move on to Grindelwald and begin our exploration of the Bernese Oberland.

Description

ZermattZermatt, Switzerland’s glitziest resort since the mid-19th century, is a popular mountaineering and skiing village that lies below the iconic, pyramid-shaped Matterhorn. It is surrounded by mountains and has fabulous views.

In summer, ski lifts transport hikers into the mountains to many excellent hiking trails. There is a cog railway from Zermatt to Gornergrat that is the highest in Europe and brings passengers to even greater views of the Matterhorn.

The main street through town is the Bahnhofstrasse where visitors will find upscale (and expensive, especially compared to Germany and Italy) restaurants, boutique shops, and hotels.

The town is essentially traffic free, so visitors must park 5 km away in the village of Tasch and take the train into town.

Travelogue

Day 1 - Swim/Beach on Lake Maggiore and Explore Feriolo

Campground beach on Lake MaggioreAfter Cinque Terre, we almost headed to another U.S. tour favorite - Lake Como, but after learning that it's a place where the rich and famous like to hang out, we thought that we, and our humble little camper, would feel more at home on Lake Maggiore, another beautiful lake in the Italian Lakes District.

My trip planning is usually very heavily activity based, meaning that I pick stops based on things to do - like hikes, or bike rides. I hadn’t really researched Lake Maggiore at all, but we do like beautiful lakes, so we looked on Yelp for highly rated lakeside campgrounds. At the least, we could swim and enjoy the scenery.

We came up with Camping Conca d’Oro on the western shore of the lake near the little village of Feriolo. It had nice grassy sites and a sandy beach right on the lake.

While Herb was checking in, I walked over to the information desk to find out about things to do in the area. The brochure that grabbed my eye was the boat tour to the Borromean Islands, complete with palaces and gardens. Wanting to find out more about this, I asked if anyone spoke English. One poor girl got volunteered, but her English wasn’t much better than my Italian. I think I eventually conveyed my desire to take this tour tomorrow and asked how I could get to the Baveno boat ferry, which was about 3 miles away. She nodded a lot and eventually handed me a bus schedule.

Village of FerioloMeanwhile, Herb was able to get the last available campsite in the section near the lake. It was a nice grassy site less than 50 yards from the beach.

The European heat wave still hadn’t let up, so after settling in, we immediately headed to the beach. Unlike the pebbly campground beach on the Gardasee, this one was sandy with trees to provide some shade. The water was refreshing and delightful.

After a few hours of reading and swimming, we decided to take a walk into the nearby village of Feriolo, about a mile away. It had a picturesque waterfront with several dining patios alongside the lake and rows of brightly colored houses (this is Italy after all).

We continued our stroll along the waterfront around the bend to the marina, where we had a great view back at the village with the mountains of Val Grande National Park as a backdrop. So far, I hadn’t met an Italian village I didn’t like.

Day 2 - Boat to Borromean Islands

Cruising Borromean BayToday we would explore the Borromean Islands of Lake Maggiore, which Trip Advisor rated as the top Thing to Do in the area.

The islands get their name from the Borromeo family, a noble family from Milan that has owned these islands since the 17th century. The Borromeos were art lovers and botanists and hired the best architects and gardeners of their time to build their grand residences and elaborate gardens.

Three of these islands - Isola Madre, Isola Bella, and Isolo dei Pescatori -- are open to the public and reached via a hop-on-hop-off ferry. The closest ferry dock for us was in the town of Baveno, which according to the girl I spoke to at the campground tour desk yesterday could be reached by bus.

So, bus schedule in hand, we set off on the mile walk to the village of Feriolo to catch the 9:28 bus to Baveno. We were the only ones at the bus stop, so we rechecked the schedule to make sure we had the right time and place. We did. Perhaps it was so quiet because it was a Saturday. 9:28 soon came and went, then 9:38 - still no bus.

Isola Madre White PeacocksI looked at the schedule again and noticed the word “Feriale” at the top of the column for 9:28 (and most of the other times that morning). Not knowing Italian, I keyed it into my phone translator. The result was not good - “Weekday.” There would be no bus today.

Not wanting to give up on our plans to visit the islands, we walked the 3 miles to Baveno.

Down at the docks, there were a few different options for boat tours, some more official than others. One was just about to pull out as we got there, so we quickly hopped on and paid the 13 euro (each) fare.

We were dropped off first at Isola Madre, the largest of the Borromean Islands, where we followed the crowd to the ticket booth to purchase tickets to visit the palace and the gardens. We decided to buy a combo ticket for 21 euro each, which would also cover the admission to the palaces and gardens on Isola Bella.

Isola Madre Puppet TheaterBefore touring the villa, we wandered through the beautiful English-style botanical gardens that this island is famous for -- the lifework of Count Vitaliano IX Borromea, a passionate botanist who spent his life collecting rare trees and exotic plants from around the world. However, what was stealing the show were two totally white peacocks strutting freely around the grounds as if they owned the place.

After the gardens, we toured the 16th century villa, which was the residence of one branch of the Borromeo family - residences by other members of the family were scattered throughout the Borromean Bay. The home was warm and charming, a lot less ostentatious than many of the palaces we had seen on our trip so far. However, this one did have something the others hadn’t - a puppet theater and marionette collection for entertaining their guests.

Behind the villa there is a small piazza with a modest family chapel and a colorful waterlily pond.

Time for the next island, so we walked back to the dock and didn’t have to wait long for our trusty captain to show up and deliver us to our next stop - Isola Bella.

Isola Bella Grotto - Reclining VenusIt didn’t take us long to figure out that Isola Bella was where the more flamboyant branch of the Borromeos had once lived. The island is dominated by a huge, sumptuous, four-storey Baroque palace with 30 richly furnished rooms to tour - nothing like the relatively simple, yet charming, abode of the Madre Borromeos. Some of the more memorable rooms in the palace included the Hall of Honor, the Tapestry Hall, the Neoclassical ballroom, and the room where Napoleon once slept.

However, by far the most intriguing part of the palace is in the basement where there are six underground natural grottos, decorated with dark and light-colored shells and pebbles depicting various nautical themes. I lost Herb for awhile in front of the “Reclining Venus” statue, which had caused quite a stir back in the day, when one of the Borromeo’s guests found its sensuality shocking. I’m glad the Borromeos stood their ground and kept it, because it really was quite lovely.

Isola Bella Garden AmphitheaterJust as the residence on Isola Bella was much more ostentatious than that on Isola Madre, the gardens were equally over the top in comparison. The gardens were laid out on ten terraces ornamented with exotic plants, spectacular flowers, topiary, ponds, fountains, obelisks, reliefs, and statues. At the end, there is an amphitheater, on three levels, decorated with statues representing the triumphs of the Borromeo family, dominated by a huge statue of a Unicorn, the heraldic emblem of the Borromeos, flanked by statues representing Nature and Art. From the 120-foot high upper terrace, there is a breathtaking view of the lake and surrounding mountains. It was pretty spectacular.

Oh, and of course they too had their own white peacocks strutting around, a little bit more pompously, I thought, than those on Isola Madre.

The third, and last, island on the tour that day was Isola dei Pescatori, a very different experience from the previous two. This island has no lavish palaces or gardens, and there wasn’t even a fancy peacock in sight. Rather, as its names suggests, it is a quaint fishing village, with narrow Medieval lanes, hardworking inhabitants, and simple two-storey fishermen’s homes, complete with long balconies for drying fish. In contrast to Isola Madre and Isola Bella, this was an island of everyday hardworking people, and had been so for centuries.

Lovely Lake MaggioreThat was the end of our island tour, which had been truly fascinating and lots of fun - a very worthwhile activity, which I highly recommend.

Once back to the dock in Baveno, we probably could have found a bus that ran on weekends back to Feriolo, but we decided to just walk the 3 miles instead.

It had been quite a full day and we were exhausted, so we spent what was left of it enjoying the campground beach on the lake.

Description

Feriolo on Lake MaggioreLake Maggiore, meaning “greatest lake,” is one of several beautiful lakes in the Italian Lake District, which stretches across Northern Italy. It is Italy’s longest lake, stretching for 43 miles, 8 of which extend into Switzerland.

The jewels of Lake Maggiore are the Borromean Islands, which lie in a bay surrounded by mountains on the western side of the lake, between Stresa and Verbania. The three major islands can be reach via a hop-on-hop-off ferry service from Stresa, Verbania, or Baveno.

The islands get their name from the Borromeo family, a noble family from Milan that has owned these islands since the 17th century. The Borromeos were art lovers and botanists and hired the best architects and gardeners of their time to build their grand residences and elaborate gardens.

Ticket prices to visit the palaces on the island can be found here: http://www.isoleborromee.it/eng/info.html

Isola Madre
Isola Madre Chapel SquareIsola Madre is the largest of the Borromean islands. Once a medieval defense, it is now dominated by an English-style botanical garden with rare trees, exotic flowers, azaleas, rhododendrons, camellias, and ancient wisteria. Count Vitaliano IX Borromea was a passionate botanist who spent his life collecting valuable plants from around the world. Like on Isola Bella, white peacocks wander the grounds as if they own the place.

The villa on the island was built in the late 16th century and served as a residence for members of the Borromeo family. Visitors can tour the home, including the Dolls’ Room, the Room of the Seasons, and the Puppet Theaters.

Behind the villa there is a small piazza with a modest family chapel built in 1858 and a colorful waterlily pond.

Isola Bella (“Beautiful Island”)
Isola Bella GardemsIsola Bella is dominated by its sumptuous four-storey Baroque palace, along with a luxuriant Italian-style garden. Visitors can tour 30 of the richly furnished rooms of the palace, including the Hall of Honor, Tapestry Hall, music room, Neoclassical ballroom, room where Napoleon slept, etc. However, the most intriguing part of the palace is the six underground natural grottos, decorated with dark and light-colored shells and pebbles reflecting nautical themes.

Equally impressive are the formal gardens, laid out on ten terraces ornamented with exotic plants, spectacular flowers, topiary, ponds, fountains, obelisks, reliefs, and statues. There are also two white peacocks that freely wander the grounds. At the end, there is an amphitheater, on three levels, decorated with statues representing the triumphs of the Borromeo family. The upper terrace, which is 120-feet high, has a breathtaking view of the lake and its surrounding mountains.

Isola dei Pescatori (Fishermen’s Island)
Isola dei Pescatori is the only one of the three islands that is inhabited, and as its name suggests, most of those inhabitants are fishermen, generations of whom have been living there for centuries. Unlike the lavish palaces and gardens of the first two islands, this is a quaint fishing village with narrow Medieval lanes and simple two-storey fishermen’s homes, with long balconies for drying fish. The island’s many fine fish restaurants, where you can eat freshly caught fish, make it a popular destination.

Travelogue

Day 1 - Arriving at and exploring Levanto

The colors of Levanto BeachCinque Terre is a very popular destination on U.S. tours of Italy, and several of my friends have posted Facebook photos of its picturesque, centuries-old villages tucked along the edges of its rugged, mountainous Italian Riviera coastline. Surprisingly, Europeans not so much so. Many whom I shared my list of stops with had never even heard of it. Strange, because it is a truly amazing place.

There are five of these villages (Monterosso, Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore), so hence the name “Cinque Terre, which means “Five Lands” in Italian. I’m sure everyone has seen beautiful photos of these villages taken from the Sentiero Azzurro trail (blue trail) that runs above them along the cliffs. This trail and those photos were the reason we were here.

The towns along the trail are quite remote and isolated and can only be reached via train, boat, or foot. Our plan was to camp in the town of Levanto, so that we could take the train to Monterosso, where the Sentiero Azzurro trail began.

Our original intent was to camp at Camping Acqua Dolce, a small campground in the heart of Levanto, in walking distance to a sandy beach on the Mediterranean and the train station. Sounded perfect -- apparently everyone else thought so too, because by the time we got there it was totally full.

Surfers on Levanto BeachThe campground host gave us a list of four campgrounds a short distance outside of town, which we tried calling to see if they had room for us. Three didn’t answer (possibly Siesta time), but the one that did said they were full as well. We were in a little bit of a panic, as we had really driven quite far out of our way along some pretty winding roads to get here.

We decided to try Camping San Michele, because it was the furthest from town, which we figured would give us the best chance of having availability. As we pulled in, a woman (the proprietress) was just getting in her car to go pick up her son at school. She told us there was room, and suggested we take a walk around to pick a site while she was gone.

Levanto Beach on the Mediterranean SeaWhat a difference from the hustle and bustle we had encountered down at the other campground in town. This one was so peaceful and tranquil, set in an olive grove atop a hill overlooking the countryside. We picked the site that had the best view and waited for the campground owner to return. It seemed like she ran the entire place herself.

My main concern was how we would get to the train station in Levanto tomorrow, without moving the camper. The proprietress told us there was a dirt trail that started right outside the campground that would lead us to the road to the train station, about a mile away.

We decided to take the trail that afternoon and check out the town of Levanto. Our first stop was the train station, where we got a copy of the schedule and bought a two-day Cinque Terre Train Card for 29 euro each. This would give us unlimited train travel for 48 hours, starting with our first usage, and a pass to hike the Sentiero Azzurro trail.

More of lovely Levanto BeachAfterwards, we strolled down to Levanto’s long sandy beach on the Mediterranean and watched the surfers ride the waves. I so wished we had brought along our bathing suits, but since we didn’t, I did the next best thing - waded up to my knees in the warm water - my first dip in the Mediterranean Sea.

We continued along the lovely waterfront admiring the colorful houses and beach umbrellas. It’s amazing what a difference a bucket of paint can make. The Italians certainly know how to use a colorful palette to make things festive.

We stopped for dinner at a little restaurant called Caffe Roma on the Piazza Staglieno and sat on the outdoor patio watching people recreating and socializing in the park across the way. It was such a happy scene of locals enjoying everyday life.

We made the long walk back to our campground and set up our little rental table and chairs outside the camper to watch the sun set over the olive groves. Now this was the real Italy.

Day 2 - Hiking the Sentiero Azzurro Trail from Monterosso to Vernazza

Looking back at MonterossoWe were quite excited about hiking the beautiful Sentiero Azzurro trail today, so we got an early start, trekked down the path to the Levanto train station, and caught the 9:05 train to Monterosso, the first stop. From the Monterosso train station we walked up the hill to the Cinque Terre Visitor Center to get maps and information about trail conditions.

The Sentiero Azzurro (Blue Trail - marked # 2 on the maps) goes along the rugged mountainside, passing through each of the coastal towns - Monterosso (which we were in now), Vernazza, Corniglia, Manarola, and Riomaggiore. It is supposed to be quite steep and challenging.

We would have loved to hike the whole stretch, but unfortunately the part from Corniglia on has been closed since 2011, due to a devastating flood that damaged the trails.

As an alternative, I asked the Ranger about returning from Corniglia via the inland Sentiero Rosso trail, which runs high above the Cinque Terre towns and is also supposed to be beautiful. She looked at me like I was a crazy tourist and said that not many people do that. I had no idea at this time just how hilly and rough all these trails were. We decided that we would make that decision when we got to Corniglia. If we didn’t want to do it, we could just take the train back to Levanto.

From Monterosso to Vernazza on the Sentiero AzzurroThe hike from Monterosso to Vernazza is the most challenging section of the trail. The trails, are steep, narrow, and rocky, and there are lots of steps. It was a rough 4 miles - felt much longer - and pretty much took us the estimated hour and a half.

Almost everyone we passed on the trail was speaking English, confirming my earlier statement that Cinque Terre is very popular with Americans.

As we approached Vernazza from the trail above, the views of the town were incredible - colorful old houses stacked haphazardly on top of each other, narrow crooked streets, and a small, sandy beach along the harbor. I think this is the vantage point from which the photos I have seen of Cinque Terre are taken. It looked very inviting.

Looking back at Vernazza on our way to CornigliaWe hiked the steep trail down into the town and sat on the beach for awhile. Afterwards we wandered through the narrow alleys of this very picturesque town before climbing back up to the Sentiero Azzurro and continuing on towards Corniglia.

This section of the hike was the wildest and greenest section along the coast. The previous section to Vernazza was supposed to be the most challenging, but this was not exactly a piece of cake either.

Corniglia was different from the other CInque Terre towns in that it was not at sea level. Rather, it sat atop a 300-foot high rocky promontory surrounded by vineyards. No ferries or cruise ships could reach it, so it was quieter and more tranquil than the other villages, but just as quaint.

We took advantage of the quiet, to have a nice lunch overlooking the water. I think there was a refreshing beer involved as well.

Approaching Corniglia on the Sentiero AzzurroThis was the end of the line in terms of hiking the Sentiero Azzurro trail since the next two sections were closed. We had already hiked 10 miles, counting the walk from the campground to the Levanto train station, and most of them had been quite challenging. Now I understood why the Ranger thought I was a crazy lady suggesting that we might want to hike back from Corniglia on the inland Sentiero Rosso trail.

The only hiking we were going to do now was to the Corniglia train station. Even this wasn’t easy, as the station is located down on the waterfront, and required walking down 365 steps. At least, we were going down and not up.

By the time we got back to the campground, we were exhausted. The thought of hiking these steep trails again tomorrow was not particularly appealing, especially since we had already seen the highlights.

Despite hating the thought of not using the second day on our Cinque Terre Cards, we decided that tomorrow morning we would move on to our next stop - Lake Maggiore in the Italian Lakes Region.

Description

Approaching Vernazza on the Sentiero AzzurroCinque Terre, which means “Five Lands”, is a series of five centuries-old seaside villages tucked away along an 11-mile stretch of rugged, mountainous Italian Riviera coastline.

The easiest way to reach and travel between the villages is via a train from the town of Levanto, just north of Cinque Terre. I highly recommend purchasing a Cinque Terre Train Card, which covers unlimited train travel as well as access to all hiking paths. A one-day card costs 16 euro and a two-day card costs 29 euro: http://www.cinqueterre.eu.com/en/cinque-terre-card.

However, by far the best way to visit the villages is via the Sentiero Azzurro (Blue Trail - marked #2 on the maps), which follows the edge of the hills between the villages. It involves steep climbing up rough stone stairs and walking on loose rocky surfaces, so sensible footwear is recommended. It requires a hiking pass (which can be part of the Cinque Terre Train Card). For an overview of the trail, see: https://www.walksofitaly.com/blog/cinque-terre/hiking-trails

NOTE:
In October of 2011, the Cinque Terre region was hit hard by a devastating flood which has resulted in the closing of the section of the trail connecting Riomaggiore (on the southern end) to Manarola to Corniglia. However, the section from Manarola (northern end) to Vernazza (1.5 hours) to Corniglia (1.5 hours) is open. For current conditions, check with the Cinque Terre National Park office (parconazionale5terre.it).

The following is a brief description of the five villages (from north to south - the direction we took):

Exploring the back alleys of Corniglia
• Monterosso if the furthest north of the 5 villages and the only one with a sandy beach. A tunnel connects the “Old” town to the “New.” The Old Town is similar to the other villages, though larger and not quite as steep. While pretty, it is not quite as stunning as the other 4 villages and has a more beach resort feel to it. Monterosso is known for its lemon trees and anchovies served right off the boat.
• The hike from Monterosso to Vernazza is probably the most challenging section of the trail. The trails, are steep, narrow, and rocky, and there are lots of steps. Before descending to the town, make sure to take in a beautiful view of it from above. Its colorful old houses haphazardly stacked on top of each other, narrow crooked streets, numerous restaurants and cafes, eye-popping sea views, and small beach along the harbor make it a wonderful respite along the way.
• The hike from Vernazza to Corniglia is the wildest and greenest section of the coast. Like the previous section, it is quite steep and challenging. Sitting atop a 300-foot high rocky promontory surrounded by vineyards, is the only one of the five villages not near sea level - and therefore, not accessible by water. 365 steps lead down to its waterfront train station far below.Corniglia has a much quieter and more tranquil feel to it than the other villages, but is just as quaint.
• The hike from Corniglia to Manarola(45 minutes) is currently closed due to damage from a devastating 2011 flood. However, the town can still be reached via train, boat, or car. Manarola has a bustling main street and waterfront promenade, a nice swimming area off a cement pier, and lots of caves and coastline to explore.
• The hike from Manarola to Riomaggiore(20 minutes) is currently closed due to the above-mentioned flood. However, like Manarola, the town can still be reached via train, boat, or car. Riomaggiore is the southernmost of the five villages and its largest. It has a lovely harbor and pebbly beach, a botanical garden, and an ancient stone castello built in 800 to protect the citizens in case of an attack from the sea. There are numerous restaurants, cafes, and bars along the Via Colombo, Riomaggiore’s main street.

Besides the Sentiero Azzurro (Blue Trail), there is another more challenging inland trail called the Sentiero Rosso (Red Trail), which runs high above the Cinque Terre villages for 22 miles from Levanto to Porto Venere. It’s mainly flat, with plenty of restaurants and bars along the way. It is far less populated than the Sentiero Azzurro.

Travelogue

The GardaseeBefore yesterday we had never heard of the Gardasee. I hadn’t come across it during my pre-trip research, so it never made it my proposed itinerary. Instead, we learned about it last night in our Venice campground, while doing dishes at the campground sinks -- which by the way, is a great way to not only get your dishes clean, but to socialize and learn from your fellow campers. We got to talking to the gentleman scrubbing away next to us about where we might be heading next. He was from Germany, like practically everyone else in the campground, and suggested that we might like the Gardasee, Italy’s largest lake, which was only a little more than 2 hours away along our intended route.

Not being locked into a set itinerary, which is a wonderful luxury, we did some research on our own as to campgrounds on the lake, and found Bella Italia, on the southern shore of the lake in the town of Peschiera del Garda. It had great Yelp reviews.

Day 1 - Drive to Bella Italia and walk to and explore Peschiera del Garda

Camping Bella ItaliaWhen we got to the campground, we were lucky enough to get an electric site just a short distance from the campground’s stone-covered beach. A friendly neighbor from Britain said that he and his wife were staying here for 3 weeks and used it as a base camp for taking various day trips throughout northern Italy. I’m glad we talked to him, because he told us about the picturesque village of Peschiera del Garda, which was just a mile-long stroll away, along the pedestrian walkway that ran alongside the lake. We would definitely have to check that out this evening.

Before going for a swim, we took a walk around the campground to check out the facilities. Like our Venice campground, there were five amazing pools, several great restaurants, numerous shops, and a full supermarket. Plus, a beach on the Gardasee. Now that the bar had been so dramatically raised as to what we expected in a campground, how were we going to go back to camping in the States?.

By the time we got back to our campsite, threatening clouds were moving across the lake, so instead of going to the beach for a swim, we hunkered down in the camper until it passed.

River Mincio in Peschiera del GardaAfterwards, the skies cleared and we set off, as our neighbor suggested, to the little town of Peschiera del Garda. What a lovely walk it was -- lake on one side, restaurants, cafes, beautiful homes on the other.

After about a mile, we came to the village itself and crossed a bridge over the River Mincio, which flows into the lake. My phone rang, so while I was busy talking to one of our sons, Herb spent his time taking photographs of the houses and boats along the river in the evening light. I tend to get oblivious to my surroundings when talking on the phone, so when he showed me the photos afterwards, I was stunned with how beautiful it was, and a little sorry that I hadn’t paid more attention.

The bridge had brought us onto an island with old fortress walls dating back to the 16th century. These walls once enclosed a fortress that played a prominent role in the Italian campaigns of the French Revolutionary War, the Napoleonic War, and the War for northern Italy’s Independence from Austria.

Remains of a 1st century Roman settlement unearthed in 1974Crossing back over the bridge we wandered along the waterfront and then back into the pedestrian alleys where there were lots and lots of clothing and shoe shops - this is Italy after all and fashion plays a very important role. We had already noticed how Italian women love to dress up, much more than we had noticed in Germany. Most of the shops were quite chic and expensive, but I did find one outside rack of dresses where the prices were very reasonable - under 20 euro. It was closing now, but Herb promised we could come back tomorrow night.

We also stumbled upon a fenced off archeological dig, which we learned was the remains of a Roman settlement from the 1st century B.C. Peschiera del Garda, known as Acrilica in Roman times, was once a thriving trade community, and this site is where the important Roman road Verona-Brescia-Milano crossed the Mincio River. These ruins were discovered in 1974 by construction workers while excavating the area. Today the area is fenced off and protected for public viewing.

I love Italy. Where else can you go clothes shopping and Roman ruin viewing on the same block?

Day 2 - First run in Europe, Campground beach, and dinner and shopping in Peschiera del Garda

Rainy Run to along pedestrian way to Peschiera del GardaWe awoke to very cloudy skies and a bit cooler temperatures - the perfect conditions for a run. I love to run, but between the sightseeing and the hiking, there just hadn’t been the time or opportunity to even squeeze in a short one.

We set off on the pedestrian walkway back towards Peschiera, but kept on going through the town and up along the lake for another mile and a half before it started to rain. We turned around and headed back towards the campground. It wasn’t raining too hard, so we continued past the campground for another mile to the town of San Benedetto di Lugana. It felt so incredibly refreshing to run in the rain, especially after spending the last two weeks in a European heat wave,

We still hadn’t swam in the Gardasee, so after getting back from our run, we got on our bathing suits, hobbled across the stone-covered campground beach and jumped in the water. Now our visit to the Gardasee was official.

Peschiera del GardaLater that afternoon, we headed back into the town of Peschiera so that I could try on the dresses I saw last night. The store was somewhere in one of the back alleys off the waterfront, but fortunately Herb, who has a much better sense of direction than me was able to find it. I actually picked a different dress to try on than the one I had my eye on last night, and it was actually cheaper - only 14 euro! I couldn’t decide on sage or blue, so I got both.

Running to beat the stormAfterwards we had dinner at a restaurant on the Mincio River called Al Canal. Herb pointed out that this restaurant was in the photo he had taken the night before when I was too busy on the phone to notice. It was quite lovely.

Just as we were finishing our dinner, the wind picked up and the skies grew dark and ominous. We could hear thunder rumbling quite nearby. The waiters began scurrying around, closing umbrellas and removing tablecloths. Guess it was time to go.

As we headed back along the pedestrian walkway, the skies opened and it began to pour. The thunder and lightning was right upon us now. I had been suffering through the heat for the last few weeks, so this weather was really invigorating for me - so much so, that I clutched my bag of dresses and began to run, and pretty fast, if I must say so myself. Herb kept calling for me to slow down. I had on this really nice pair of Keen sandals from REI that have Vibram soles, so I could do this much better than the Italian ladies in their chic high heels. I made sure to point this out to Herb later, as I had caught him several times admiring those heeled shoes. I never realized he liked ladies’ shoes that much.

We were totally drenched by the time we got back to the camper, but it had been so much fun!

Description

The Gardasee, located in northern Italy, is Italy’s largest lake and a very popular holiday destination for Europeans. It is 32 miles long and 10 miles wide.

he picturesque town of Peschiera del Garda is situated on the lake’s southern shore at the mouth of the River Mincio. Its strategic location at the river’s mouth made it an important trading town for centuries. There is much history to discover here.

The town dates back to 1400 B.C., but had a flourishing Bronze Age community even before that. Its ancient Roman name was Acrilica, and in 1974 the remains of a Roman settlement were discovered here. This settlement was probably built around the 1st century B.C. in the place where the important Roman road Verona-Brescia-Milano crossed the Mincio River near the lake shores. These remains can be viewed today in a protected archeological area in the village.

Jumping forward several centuries, the town is surrounded by enormous fortress walls, in the shape of a five-pointed star, dating back to the 16th century. Originally built by the Scalgieri’s of Verona, over the years they have been added to by Venetians, Austrians, and Italians. The fortress played a prominent role in the late 18th century during the Italian campaigns of the French Revolutionary War, in the early 19th centuries Napoleonic War, and in the First Italian War of Independence during the 1840s when it was finally taken from Austrian occupiers.

Near the fortress, is the 16th century Sanctuary of Madonna del Frassino, visited each year by thousands of pilgrims.

Today this picturesque old town on the lovely Gardasee is a very popular resort, with lots of wonderful cafes, restaurants, and shops to enjoy when not out having fun on the lake.

Travelogue

Camping Marina di Venezia beach on the Adriatic SeaComing from a country that takes multiple days to cross, it was pretty amazing to us how compact Europe is. Within five hours of leaving the snow-covered Bavarian Alps in Berchtesgaden, we were in Venice -- or at least in a campground on Punto Sabbioni just across the lagoon.

This was the campground that Herb had been dreaming of ever since he saw the giant aerial photograph of it in the McRent lounge. It’s called Camping Marina di Venezia and it’s the largest campground in Europe.

The facilities are beyond anything I have ever seen in the U.S. There is an Aquamarine Park with 5 pools, including an Olympic size lap pool, a wave pool, 3 large water slides, a play area with a giant tipping bucket that periodically dumps gallons of waters on heads below, and several jacuzzis. There are 3 restaurants, 2 bars; a supermarket, a hair salon (where you can even get your armpits done), all kinds of shops, a doctor’s office, a stage for performances, and on and on. Oh, and did I mention a sandy mile-long beach on the Adriatic Sea?

Not your everyday campground restaurantIt was like a closed ecosystem, a city unto itself. You could live there for years and never have to leave.

I was a bit fearful that Herb was thinking just that. Hopefully, the lure of Venice would be too much for him to resist.

We negotiated a plan that would incorporate some down time into our somewhat frantic schedule. We agreed to spend five nights in this incredible campground in order to allow us four full days here. On the first full day (tomorrow) we would just hang out at the campground, enjoying the pools and swimming in the Adriatic Sea from the campground beach. On days 2 and 3 we would play tourists and visit Venice and the outer islands (Murano, Torcello, and Burano). Then on day 4 we would relax at the campground once again, culminating with a fireworks display on the beach that night. It seemed like they scheduled it just for us.

Day 1 - Camping Marina di Venezia lap pool, first “shushy time”, and beach on the Adriatic Sea

Camping Marina di Venezia Aquamarina ParkWe learned two surprising things today. First, Germans really really like to camp. Although we were in Italy, 90% of the people camping here were Germans. After that probably about 5% were from the Netherlands. Except for the employees, there wasn’t an Italian in sight.

Second, Spain does not have a monopoly on siestas. Germany, Italy, and Switzerland seem to love their mid-day nappy time too. Maybe we didn’t notice it at our previous stops, because we were out during the day, but between noon and 2:00 each day (and even as long as between 11:00 am and 3:00 pm in other places we would visit), everything comes to a stop - supermarkets, campground offices, and shops close; German people disappear into their campers or loungers to nap; and a hush falls over the campground, as everyone is encouraged to enjoy some quiet downtime.

I was too hyper for this, but Herb thought it was great. He called it “Shushy Time.”

Herb enjoying Camping Marina di Venezia Aquamarina ParkWe spent pre-shushy time at the Aquamarina Park. This place truly is incredible. Herb loves to swim for exercise, and when we are home, he goes at least 3 or 4 days a week to our community pool to swim laps. He was in heaven at the thought of being able to do that here. I figured I would join in as well, although I am not the best of swimmers in that I hate putting my face underwater without holding my nose. At home, I use goggles and a snorkel, but here I was on my own.

I felt pretty at home here though, because I think European woman often swim with their heads above water as well. Herb’s mom, who was from Germany, used to do this, but I always thought it was to keep her perfectly coiffed hair in tact. For whatever reason, there were plenty of women doing this here as well.

Lolo frolicking in the Adriatic SeaWe set off in the pool with the intention of swimming a mile, which is 32 lengths of an Olympic pool. About half way through our workout, Herb’s lane turned into an aqua aerobics class, and he soon found himself surrounded by dozens of elderly bobbing German women, bouncing up and down while moving their arms in sync to the loud dance music coming from the large speakers that had been placed at the end of the pool. He looked confused. I found it hilarious.

So, we cut our workout short and headed back to the campsite to enjoy our first “shushy time.” I have to admit, it is kind of nice to just chill for awhile in the afternoon.

Afterwards, we walked the short distance to the beach to spend the remainder of the afternoon sunning on the sandy beach and periodically dipping in and out of the luxuriously warm water. It was quite lovely.

Day 2 - Venice

St. Mark's Square from or Vaporetto ride along the Grand CanalDescribing Venice in words is beyond my skills as a writer. Besides, I don’t think there is anyone that doesn’t have a pretty vivid image in their mind of the uniqueness and beauty of this incredible old city.

Since Venice is an island without roads, getting to and around it requires some form of water transport. There are basically three types: gondola (romantic, pricey, and great for selfies), water taxi (less romantic, less pricey, but convenient), and vaporetto (most economical).

For our needs, the vaporetto made the most sense. It is Venice’s public transit system and works like city buses with established schedules and fares. Single ride tickets are 7.50 euros, which can really add up, one-day Travel Passes are 20 euros, and the two-day Travel Pass is 30.

We decided on the two-day Travel Pass, which would allow us to take unlimited rides over a 48-hour period. It would pay for itself in just 4 rides. Plus, we wanted the freedom to feel we could just hop on and off the ferry as we pleased.

St. Mark's SquareThe Punto Sabbioni vaporetto dock was a 2-mile walk from the campground. There is a bus that runs between the campground and the dock, but rather than wait for it, we decided to just walk. At the dock we purchased our Travel Passes, and the 48 hour clock started ticking as soon as we validated them to board the boat.

It was a 30-minute boat ride, including one stop on the island of Lido, to the San Marco dock. From there it was just a brief walk to the famous Piazza San Marco (St. Mark’s Square), Venice’s religious and political center for centuries.

I’m glad we got an early start this morning, because the Piazza was still fairly quiet, allowing us to have it almost to ourselves to enjoy with the pigeons, before the inevitable stream of tourists began pouring in.

The Square is quite large - almost two football fields long -- and lined by a colonnaded arcade, which houses dozens of shops, restaurants, and cafes, many of which were getting ready for the day, setting up tables and chairs in the Piazza in anticipation of the crowds to come.

Four major historical buildings surround the Square: St. Mark’s Basilica, the Doge’s Palace, the Campanile bell tower, and the Correr Museum.

Lolo of the Doge's PalaceWe decided to visit the Doge’s Palace first. Before leaving the campground this morning, we had purchased a museum combo pass that gave us admission to the Doge’s Palace as well as a few others we planned to visit, such as the Correr Museum and the Glass Museum on Murano island. Depending on what you want to visit, there are lots of different museum passes to choose from: http://www.venice-museum.com/venice-museum-pass

The Doge’s Palace, which was built in the 14th century, was once the official residence of Venice’s doges (dukes) and the seat of the Republic’s government. Unlike other European palaces of the time, it was less a fortress than an in-your-face display of wealth and power, which can be even more effective at keeping your enemies at bay.

Rather than being heavy and impenetrable, it is light and open, full of windows and pointed arcades, with lavish moldings and decorative quatrefoils. The upper story, which rests on a double arcade of slender marble columns, is ornamented with lacy patterns of pink Verona marble. It is a masterpiece of Venetian Gothic architecture that should be on every traveler’s bucket list.

Courtyard of the Doge's PalaceThe interior of the Palace was even more incredible. We entered the Palace through the Foscari Arch, which was decorated with alternate bands of white stone and red marble, and found ourselves in a large central courtyard, ornamented with columns, niches, and turrets. On the far end of the courtyard, is the Scala dei Giganti, or Staircase of the Giants, which leads up to the State Apartments on the upper floor. The top of the stairs is flanked by two colossal statues of Mars and Neptune to represent Venice’s power by land and by sea.

We, however, began our self-guided tour by ascending another grand staircase called the Scala d’Oro, or Stairs of Gold, to the Doge’s apartment on the first floor (which is actually the second floor in Europe, with the ground floor being the first). The apartment has no furnishings, because they were partly stolen by Napolean’s army, but there are some masterpieces painted on the ceilings, which gave us an idea of its past opulence.

The staircase continued up to the incredibly lavish government offices on the second floor. Rather than just wandering aimlessly from room to room, signs directed us sequentially from one room to the next. This way I didn’t have to worry about missing one, which I usually obsess over when left to my own devices.

Sala del Maggiore Consiglio in the Doge's PalaceThe most breathtaking and over-the-top room was the Sala del Maggiore Consiglio, or Hall of the Grand Council. The room was huge, 175 feet by 80 feet, and the place where up to 2,000 members of the aristocracy met to discuss the business of the Republic. In this room, all the Republic’s power and glory were on display and meant to impress, not only for its immense size, but also for the inestimable value of its wall and ceiling decorations.

The paintings on the walls in the Hall were originally done by artists such as Bellini and Titian. However, a fire in 1577 destroyed their work, and Tintoretto and Veronese were commissioned to paint this room as well as the other rooms damaged by the fire.

Tintoretto chose to go big and paint a massive 72 by 23-foot painting of Jesus Christ and Mary in heaven surrounded by 500 saints on the wall over the Doge’s throne. Called “Paradise”, it is the largest oil painting in the world. Being in that room was a very poignant and humbling and experience.

Prisoner's Eye View from the Bridge of SighsBesides being the Doge’s residence and the seat of the Republic’s government, the Doge Palace also housed a prison, linked to the Palace by the infamous Bridge of Sighs. Built in 1614, the bridge and the New Prisons were meant to be an upgrade from the bleak, inhospitable original prison on the ground floor of the Palace.

Unlike the other bridges in Venice, the Bridge of Sighs is totally enclosed and covered on all sides, to prevent any possibility of escape, with a few small windows with stone bars. As we walked across the bridge, I, as thousands of tourists before me, tried to imagine myself as a prisoner, looking out at their beloved city of Venice for possibly the last time. I let out a sigh, and continued on into the prisons. If the New Prison was meant to be an improvement in conditions, I would hate to see what the old one was like.

From opulence, wealth, and power to despair and hopelessness, our incredible tour of the Doge’s Palace had taken us on a fascinating journey through the extreme ends of Venetian society, the most fortunate and the least, with no stops in the middle.

Although Herb and I are history buffs -- just ask me a question about the American Revolution -- we are admittedly weak, despite our attempts at preparation, in Italian history. The Museo Correr, on the opposite side of St. Mark’s Square from the Basilica, was the perfect place to correct that.

Correr MuseumThe Museo Correr originated in 1830, when Teodoro Correr, a passionate collector of everything Venice, bequeathed to the city his entire collection of art, documents, and objects charting the history of Venice from the Medieval 13th century up until his death.

Wandering its rooms is like taking a journey through Italian history, art, and culture. The museum is laid out in several sections. The Napoleonic Wing, which was originally a 19th century palace, houses a remarkable collection of works by the great late 18th, early 19th century, sculptor Antonio Canova.

The next set of rooms, the Procuratie Nuove designed by Vincenzo Scamozzi in the 16th century, contains collections documenting Venetian history - from military battles, politics, to daily life.

Beyond these rooms is the Art Collection from the earliest days of Venetian painting to the 16th century, with works by artists such as Bellini, Messina, and Carpaccio.

Correr Museum - closeup of Farsi calligraphy on “The Home of My Eyes” exhibitThere are also special exhibits with contemporary prints, photographs, and paintings. One which we found particularly interesting was “The Home of My Eyes” by Shirin Neshat. The work consisted of 55 close-up, photographic portraits of diverse people from Azerbaijan, each staged in similar clothing and posed against a dark background. Across their faces is Farsi calligraphy, so small that we only noticed it when we stood up close. The writing is text composed by Neshat from both the sitters’ responses to the notion of homeland and from poems by a 12th century Iranian poet, who lived in what is present-day Azerbaijan.

From the windows on the upper floor of the museum, we had a tremendous view of the entire Piazza San Marco. I think this has to be the best view of the Square you can get, because from its location on the west end of the Piazza, you get to see all the good stuff on the east end - St. Mark’s Basilica, The Campanile, and the Doge’s Palace, all in one visual sweep.

From here, we could see that the line to enter the Basilica was already huge. Rather than join it, we stopped in a tour ticket office near the museum, and purchased "skip the line" tickets for 2 euro each. If your willing to wait on line, admission is free.

A little background first about this amazing church whose ornate domes, intricate arches and spires, lavish marble work, and gold mosaics dominate the east end of the square. I had seen enough of Venice already to understand that they liked to show off their wealth and power, so it was no surprise that St. Mark’s Basilica was the largest and most lavishly decorated church of its time.

This was not the first church to be built on this site. The original 9th-century basilica was built to house the remains of St. Mark, the patron saint of Venice. It burnt down in 932, and the construction of the present-day church began in 1063, just nine years after the schism between the Western (Catholic) and Eastern (Orthodox) churches.

St. Mark's BasilicaIts architectural style very much reflects its ties to the Byzantine Empire, which had ruled Venice for many centuries. Unlike the rectangular structure of Western basilicas, it has a Greek-cross plan, with each cross having its own dome - plus one more in the center, making five in total.

Before entering the church, we had to check our backpacks at the nearby Ateneo San Basso church, just 30 yards to the left of the basilica. Checking was free for up to one hour. Only afterwards did I learn that checking a bag automatically gives you "skip the line" privileges. Oh well.

Catholic churches do not like bare shoulders, so I had to purchase a plastic, orange shapeless sheet to cover them for 1 euro. I didn’t realized that bare knees was an issue as well. Fortunately, my dress was long enough to cover mine, but some poor woman had to buy two sheets and wrap herself up like a mummy. Finally, sans backpack, but with mini-tarp, we were ready to enter the church.

The interior of the church is as spectacular as its exterior, but unfortunately photography is not allowed. Its spacious interior, covered with over 40,000 square feet of gold mosaics, was another example of Venice flexing its muscles and letting the world know that this was a wealthy and powerful city. To ensure that continued, in 1075 the Doge passed a law requiring that all returning ships bring something precious back to decorate the basilica.

Tympanum over St. Mark's Basilica entranceWe were herded a little bit like cattle along one aisle up towards the altar and then across and back down the other side. Although we were restricted from straying from the aisle, the views of the mosaics, columns, altar, etc. were pretty amazing. Along the way, there were several roped-off sections that required an extra fee to visit, such as the Pala d’Oro (Altarpiece of Gold), beneath which St. Mark is interred.

After we got outside again, I noticed people looking down on the Square from a balcony that ran the length of the church above the door and arches. How did they get up there, and why hadn’t we? I only learned afterwards that there is a staircase, just inside the front doors of the church, that leads up to this balcony, known as the Galleria. It costs extra, of course, but who cares. It looked phenomenal. I was so mad that I almost- but not quite - wanted to get in line again.

We retrieved our backpacks within our allotted hour and set off to explore the back alleyways of Venice, hoping to leave some of the crowds that now filled the Square behind. We had no idea where we were going, but it was an island after all, so we couldn’t get too lost, at least for long. It was so much fun zigging and zagging through the pedestrian alleyways. I especially enjoyed strolling through the quieter, less touristy sections where Venetians actually live.

Gondola on the Grand CanalOur route wasn’t totally random though, as I had an objective in mind - to end our ramble at the far end of the Grand Canal by Piazzale Roma and then cruise the Grand Canal via vaporetto all the way back to San Marco, under its bridges and past its palaces.

Equally attention getting to the sights alongside the canal was the controlled chaos of the boat traffic in the canal - gondolas, water taxis, vaporettos, kayaks, rowing skulls - all zigging and zagging within inches of each other. I kept expecting a collision at any moment, but these people were professionals and dealt with it day after day.

From San Marco, we took the vaporetto back to Punta Sabbioni and walked the two miles back to the campground.

What a magical day it had been!

Day 3 - Venetian outer islands (Murano, Torcello, and Burano)

The colors of BuranoToday we would continue our tour of Venice and visit three of its outer islands - Murano, Torcello, and Burano.

As we did yesterday morning, we walked the two miles to the Punto Sabbioni vaporetto dock, but this time we took the #12 line to the outer islands rather than the one to San Marco.

As we approached the first island, Burano, we got a glimpse of the famous brightly-colored fishermen’s houses we had read about. They were so picturesque that we were tempted to get off, but we stuck to our original plan of going to the island furthest out first, Murano, and then working our way back.

We stayed on through the Torcello stop as well, and got off at Murano. It had taken us about 50 minutes from Punta Sabbioni.

MuranoMurano is famous for its glassware shops and factories, having been the center of a thriving glasswork industry since 1291, when all the glass artisans in Venice were forced to move to the island because of the risk of fires in crowded Venice. Wow, so Venice was even crowded back then.

When we got off the vaporetto, we headed in the direction of the Murano Glass Museum to learn about the history of glassmaking and see samples of works created over the centuries. Murano is made up of seven islands (Venice was only two), so we found ourselves constantly crossing bridges over canals -- I think sometimes even more than once. As we had learned during our meandering through the pedestrian alleys of Venice, it is not always that easy here to get from point A to B, even with a GPS.

Everywhere we looked there were shops selling glasswork - beads, jewelry, vases, bowls, figurines, you name it. There were also several factories open to the public where you could step in and watch glass blowers performing their craft.

Lolo and her glass headdressFinally, we saw a large, brilliant blue glass starburst sculpture in the middle of a square in front of an old clock tower. Herb took my picture in front of it, posed in such a way that it looked like I was wearing a giant headdress.

The museum itself is located in an old Gothic style palace in the Palazzo Giustinian, which was once the residence of the bishops of nearby Torcello island. It opened as a museum in 1861.

Wandering through its rooms, we were treated to a century-by-century tour of Venetian glassmaking, with displays showing how the art and manufacture of glass has developed and changed over time. There were lovely samples of works from Egyptian times through the present day.

We had to pick up the pace a bit, as we wanted to explore all three islands, so we headed back to the vaporetto dock. As we approached, we noticed a huge line of people and wondered what was going on. To our dismay, we learned that this was the line for the vaporetto, and from the size of it, we realized we weren’t getting off this island anytime soon.

After close to an hour and a half, we finally boarded a vaporetto back towards Torcello and Burano. We were so disgusted at the thought of spending over an hour to get off each of the next two islands that we decided to bag it and just go back to Punta Sabbioni. I tried not to be too overly disappointed, but I kept picturing those colorful fishermen’s houses on Burano in the evening light.

Torcello CanalWhen the vaporetto stopped at Torcello, there were only a few people on the dock to board. Hmm...Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. We quickly hopped off the boat.

The island was small and most importantly, not crowded. As we walked along the canal leading from the boat dock, we stopped at an outdoor restaurant to have a beer. We were practically glowing from the realization that our day had been brought back from the depths of despair - well, perhaps that is a bit overly dramatic. Let’s just say we were very happy to be here.

It was hard to believe that this island was once the most populated of all the islands in the Venetian lagoon. Settled in 453 (the earliest settlement on the Venetian islands), it even had a cathedral long before Saint Mark’s was even a glimmer in an architect’s mind.

During its heyday, some estimates say that as many as 20,000 people lived here. However, malaria, the arrival of the plague, and the gradual silting up of Torcello’s canals pretty much destroyed their flourishing economy, forcing its inhabitants to flee to the city of Venice.

7th century Cathedral of Santa Maria AssuntaToday, Torcello is mostly farmland and has barely 100 residents. However, visitors still flock to the island to see the beautiful old 7th century Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta and the 12th century Church of Santa Fosca, located next to each other in a grassy square.

We only went into the Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta. If I remember correctly, the entrance fee for the church (plus audio guide) and the campanile was about 9 euro. Unfortunately, photography is not allowed.

Although the church dates back to the 7th century, most of what you see today was rebuilt in the 11th and 12th century in the Byzantine style. The exterior brick facade of the Cathedral is quite plain, and the interior is quite austere as well, especially when compared to St. Mark’s. However, what it does share with St. Mark’s are its golden, Byzantine-style mosaics.

The two most famous mosaics in the Cathedral are the “Madonna and Child” in the apse and the “Last Judgment” on the west wall. I highly recommend the audio guide, which gives a very detailed description of the mosaics. We would have missed so much without it.

View of Burano from Santa Maria Assunta CampanileI know enough about Christian art during this time period to expect that a depiction of the Last Judgment would be either the first or the last image parishioners would see when attending mass -- a not so subtle reminder that they should behave.

The "Last Judgment" mosaic was huge and occupied the entire counter facade of the church. We probably spent a good half hour pouring over its many details, thanks to our audio guide - the weighing and judgment of the souls, the separation of the blessed from the damned, lots of writhing and suffering on the damned side, etc. I can see how these images left a lasting impression on people as they departed the church.

Afterwards, we climbed the bell tower behind the church for a spectacular view of Torcello, the Venetian lagoon, and the islands.

With more time, we would have visited the 12th century Church of Santa Fosca as well, but we were pretty anxious to get to Burano. Fortunately, there was no Murano-sized line at the dock.

Burano Lace ShopBurano is to lace, what Murano is to glass, so like Murano, it has countless shops selling everything from tablecloths to doilies to baby booties and wedding gowns; and a museum focused on the history of lacemaking on the island.

The women of Burano have been stitching lace since the 16th century. Back then the work was extremely exacting. Each woman would specialize in a single stitch (there are seven in total), so completing a piece was a group project passed from one woman to the next. It is extremely time consuming and expensive to make handmade lace, so most of what is being sold in the shops today is made by machine.

However, you can still see samples of handmade lace and even watch how it’s done in some of the shops as well as in the Scuola del Merlotto (Lace Museum) on Burano’s main piazza.

Don't mess with that Burano girlUnfortunately, by the time we got to Burano, the museum was closed. Herb tried to pretend he was disappointed, but I knew he would much rather be photographing the beautiful colors of Burano than learning how a doily is made.

So we spent the next few hours wandering along its canals and through its quaint pedestrian alleys. It was like Venice without the crowds, and felt a lot less touristy and more real. It was, after all, still an active fishing village.

We watched fishing boats coming in at the end of the day with their catch, women hanging their laundry out their windows for all to see, old men sitting on the stoops of their homes watching tourists stroll by, children laughing and playing in the alleys and boats along the canal -- it was pretty enchanting.

Dinner at Ristorante Pizzeria Principe on BuranoTo us, the brightly colored houses were the real draw of this island. Each house in a row is painted a distinct color. The colors are not random nor even decided by the owner, but rather they follow a specific system that originated back when the island was first developed. The government controls what colors are allowed for each lot. Two houses next to each other are never allowed to be painted the same color. This helps designate where one family’s quarters ends and a neighbor’s begins, as well as makes them visible from the sea.

We had a nice dinner of pizza and wine at the Ristorante Pizzeria Principe, right alongside a canal, with the Church of San Martino’s leaning campanile in the background.

Let’s just say that on a scale of 1 to 10, today had been an 11.

Day 4 - More campground fun and fireworks over the Adriatic

Camping Marina di Venezia Olympic PoolThe last two days had been a whirlwind of activity, so as I had promised Herb, today would be a down day, where we wouldn’t leave the campground - not exactly a hardship as everything anyone could possibly need was there.

We spent the morning swimming laps in the Olympic pool, this time timing it not to swim amongst the aqua aerobics. After 32 lengths (1600m), we were ready for Herb’s favorite new European tradition -- siesta (“shushy”) time.

Then it was a lovely afternoon swimming in the Adriatic Sea from the campground beach, followed by pizza at one of the campground restaurants.

What a place!

Fireworks at Camping Marina di VeneziaThat evening, the campground put on a fireworks display on the beach that had to be one of the best shows I have ever seen. Italians certainly do know how to do fireworks!

I thought they would be shot off from a barge over the water, like we were used to in the States, but instead they were set off right from the beach. They felt so close that I found myself putting up my hands to protect myself from them falling on me. They didn’t of course - these people were professionals.

It was an appropriately spectacular end to what had been a magical time in Venice.

Description

Lolo and the Bridge of SighsWhile I will not attempt to do an in-depth description of all Venice has to offer -- there are numerous guidebooks to do just that -- the following is a list of interesting sites that we enjoyed:

Piazza San Marco (St. Mark’s Square)

This beautiful Square is the heart and soul of Venice. Nearly two football fields long, it is lined by a colonnaded arcade, which houses dozens of shops, restaurants, and cafes. Four major historical buildings surround the Square:

• St. Mark’s Basilica - Venice’s signature church, built in the 11th century to replace the original chapel which was destroyed by fire in 932. Its architecture - exterior domes, arches, and spangled spires; gold mosaics covering both the exterior and interior space, and lavish colored marble - illustrates Venice’s strong connection with Byzantium. Admission to the church is free, but you can pay a small fee to jump the long lines.
• Campanile - bell tower in front of St. Mark’s Basilica. An elevator takes visitors 325 feet to the top for the best views of Venice.
• Doge’s Palace - built in the 14th century, this building served as the official residence of the doges (dukes) and the seat of the Republic’s government for four centuries. A masterpiece of Venetian Gothic architecture, it was built to show off the power and wealth of the Republic. The palace walls are covered with masterpieces by Tintoretto and Veronese. A one-way tour takes visitors through the doges’ apartments on the first floor, up a grand staircase to the incredibly lavish government offices on the 2nd, and finishes with the Bridge of Sighs and the prison.
• Correr Museum - small museum on the west side of the Piazza that has a large collection of art, documents, and objects charting the history and culture of Venice from the Medieval 13th century through the 19th.

Outer Islands

Strolling the alleys of BuranoIn total there are over a hundred of islands in the Venetian Lagoon. The most popular ones to visit, besides the main one of course, are Murano, Burano, and Torcello:

• Murano
  Island about a mile north of Venice that is famous for its glassware shops and factories. The island has been the center of a thriving glasswork industry since 1291, when the risk of fires in crowded Venice forced glass artisans to move to Murano. The main attraction on the island is, of course, glass, with countless shops selling Murano glass beads and souvenirs, factories to watch master glass makers performing their craft, and the Murano Glass Museum in the Palazzo Guistinian to learn about the history of glass making.
• Torcello
  First settled in 452, Torcello was the earliest center of civilization in the Venetian lagoon and had its own cathedral long before Saint Mark’s was built. Once the most populated of all the islands, with estimates as high as 20,000 people, today it is a quiet place with only about 10 permanent residents. Visitors do come, however, to visit the beautiful 7th century Cathedral of Santa Maria Assunta and the 12th century Church of Santa Fosca.
• Burano
  Island known for its fine, handmade lace and picturesque, pastel-colored fishermen’s houses. The main attraction on this island are related to lace: numerous shops to purchase handmade lace items and the Museum and School of Lace Making to learn about its history. Visitors should also spend an hour or two wandering along its canals and through its pedestrian alleys, photographing the brightly colored houses, especially in evening light.

For information on ticket options for visiting museums in Venice and on the outer islands, see: http://www.venice-museum.com/venice-museum-pass

Travelogue

Day 1 - Konigsee Ferry to Salat and St. Bartholomew

Ferry on KonigseeWe had spent the past few days exploring cities and castles, which had been wonderful, but we were about ready to explore some natural beauty. Berchtesgaden National Park was very high on our list of places we wanted to see, so we left Salzburg a day early to get there before the bad weather that was forecasted moved in. This would be our first opportunity to hike in the Alps, and we were quite excited about it.

Although there are no campgrounds in the national park itself, a small, family-run campground called Campingplatz Grafenlehen is right nearby. From there, it’s just a ¾-mile walk on a lovely path alongside a river to the northern end of Konigsee Lake and boat docks from which the lake ferry departs. Perfect!

Fortunately, the campground had room for us and by noon, we were nicely tucked into a site with very pretty views of the mountains. Like the other campgrounds we had been to so far, this one had a beer garden and restaurant on site - a wonderful amenity that you almost never find in campgrounds in the States.

St. BartholomewSince the forecast was a little questionable for tomorrow, we wanted to make the most of today, so we packed lunch and set off immediately on the path to the Konigsee.

The lake is stunning. No wonder Bavarian and Austrian royalty spent centuries recreating here. It was also one of Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun’s favorite vacation spots. They used to go boating on its waters and sunbathe on its shores - not a very pleasant image.

The lake is about 5 miles long, crystal clear, and narrow, like a fjord. It is surrounded on all sides by steep, vertical walls, so there is no path around the lake. The only way to get anwhere is by ferry.

The ferry makes only two scheduled stops: St. Bartholomew and Salat. It also stops on request at a backpacker’s dock on the eastern side of the lake. We purchased two round-trip tickets (17.80 euro each) that would allow us to get off at both stops. The whole round-trip takes about 2 hours.

Salat to Obersee to Rothbachfalls HikeThe ferry was a beautiful wooden boat that was electrically powered and extremely quiet. About 20 minutes into our trip, the captain shut off the engine and a crewman reached under the seat next to us and extracted a musical instrument case. He then rather dramatically pulled out a trumpet and began to play a duet with the echo that reverberated off the surrounding rock walls. Actually, it was more of a quintet the way the sound kept bouncing around.

About half way up the lake, the boat stopped to let people off at St. Bartholomew, where there is a beautiful, baroque, onion-domed chapel that was built in the late 1600s. We decided to stay on the boat for now and go to Salat on the southernmost end of the lake first. Then we could stop here on the way back.

Friendly German cows lounging near the RothbachfallFrom the boat dock in Salat it was only a quarter mile walk to the Obersee, a pristine alpine lake, much smaller than the Konigsee. At the far end of the Obersee, there is a solitary alpine hut called the Fischunkelalm, which serves refreshments to hikers. From the Fischunkelalm, two paths lead up through an alpine meadow towards Rothbachfall, the highest waterfall in Germany, which we could now see in the distance.

It was fun hiking up through the meadow, weaving in and out of a dozen or so very mellow cows. They were so docile you could practically pet them. To my delight, cows in the Alps really do wear huge cowbells, the sound of which I found very quaint, but must drive the cows themselves crazy after awhile. I guess someone must live up here, because someone had to milk them.

We continued along a bit further, but didn’t go all the way to the base of the falls, as the view from a bit further away was good enough. Plus, we wanted to get back to the ferry to have enough time to spend at St. Bartholomew, from which the last ferry of the day departed at 6:00 pm.

St. Bartholomew ChapelThe entire hike from the Salat boat dock to and from our vantage point of Rothbachfall was only about 2 miles, but what a satisfying two miles it was - pristine alpine lake and meadow, a cowbell symphony by a troupe of friendly cows, beautiful waterfall, and mountain views. Our first hike in the Alps!! They say you never forget your first, and I think in this case, it will be true.

We got to St. Bartholomew with about an hour to spare. This small onion-domed pilgrimage church, with Watzmann mountain looming behind it, is one of the most visited and photographed places in Berchtesgaden. It is easy to see why.

Originally built in the 12th century in the Gothic style, it was remodeled in the 16th century into its current baroque appearance. It has two onion domes, one octagonal and one round, on a red domed roof. After Berchtesgaden joined Bavaria in 1810, the church became a hunting lodge for the Bavarian Kings.

There is a restaurant and beer garden outside the church. During the summer, they serve fresh fish right from the lake. No other fishing is allowed on the lake.

This was one of the few places along the lake that you could stroll along the shoreline, so we did just that before returning to the ferry back home.

What a wonderful day it had been. Even if it did rain all day tomorrow, I think Berchtesgaden would live on as one of our favorite stops.

Day 2 - Hike to summit of Mt. Jenner

Glimpses of the Konigsee at the start of our Jenner hikeWe awoke to a very pleasant surprise - no rain. In fact, the sun was shining. Herb suggested that we take the Jennerbahn (cable car) to the top of Mt. Jenner and then hike the 6 miles back down. The views from the summit down to the Konigsee were supposed to be spectacular. It sounded like a great plan.

According to Google Maps the Visitor Center to buy Jennerbahn tickets was near where we bought the ferry tickets yesterday, so we set off once again along the river path into Konigsee village. I remember thinking to myself that it was funny that we hadn’t noticed the cable cars passing overhead on our boat tour yesterday, which should have been a forewarning of what was to come.

The girl at the Visitor Center didn’t speak English very well, but I soon got the gist - the Jennerbahn was under construction and wouldn’t reopen until 2018. So that’s why we didn’t see any cable cars. After exchanging some concerned looks, Herb and I decided that we would hike instead, at least up part of it. We asked the girl for a trail map.

While reviewing the map with her, I noticed that there were several huts along the way, which from my brief exposure to the German culture, I suspected meant beer garden. I asked her about them, but did not really understand her answer. I was only able to decipher the word “Schnapps.” In retrospect, I think I can now approximate a translation of what she was trying to say - “all the beer gardens are closed as well, so I hope you’ve brought along your own schnapps.”

Herb playing with the cows on Konigsbach AlmArmed with a map and good attitudes, we walked passed the valley cable car(less) station and up the steep Jennerbahnstrasse through a lovely residential area with picture perfect Bavarian-style houses.

After turning onto the Richard-Voss-Strasse, we came upon our first trail marker, a series of yellow arrow-shaped signs atop a pole, indicating destinations and times (rather than distances) to get to them - a much more meaningful measure in steep terrain. Unbeknownst to us at the time, this system of marking trails was used at every trail junction throughout Germany, Austria, Switzerland, and Italy. Herb said he read somewhere that in Switzerland they have the local senior citizens walk the trails and establish the times. If so, I am impressed, because they were pretty dead on with our hiking times -- but then again, we are not too far from being senior citizens ourselves.

Konigsbach Alm on hike up to Jenner summitWe made a right onto the Hochbahnweg towards Konigsbach Alm (alpine meadow), two hours away, thinking that might be a good destination for the day. The trail led us up a forested slope with occasional views of the Konigsee, somewhat obscured by the trees. Hopefully, they would get better when we got more out in the open in the meadow.

Pretty much on time (2 hours), we arrived at the Konigsbach Alm, where there was a restaurant/beer garden that was quite obviously closed. I guess without the Jennerbahn running, there weren’t enough customers to make it worth opening. We sat on a rock and ate our peanut butter sandwiches and water. I wish I had brought schnapps.

Herb had been hoping that Konigsbach Alm would be a lovely meadow to just spend time relaxing in and taking in the view, but although very pretty, it really wasn’t very conducive to that. It was more of a pasture for cows to hang out in.

Coping with Peanut Butter when the Beer Gardens are closedNow what? The trail marker showed that it was another two hours to Jenner summit. We didn’t want to just turn around and do an out and back, so we decided to forge on.

This part of the hike was much more open, with long vistas as far as the eye could see. It seemed like it went on forever. Finally, after 6 miles and a 4,800-foot elevation gain, over a 3 hour period, we arrived at the upper station of the Jennerbahn.

It was eerily deserted. I am sure this place is bustling in winter time and in summers as well when the cable car can transport people to the top. For now, it was all ours, and we had earned it.

From the lodge, which was also under reconstruction, we hiked another 10 minutes up to the viewpoint on Mt. Jenner’s summit (1874 meters), where a large cross stood atop a rocky pile, marking its highest point. Of course, we had to scramble up to it. We didn’t come this far to not get to the official summit.

View from Jenner summitThe views were worth every step of the way. The crystal blue waters of the Konigsee lay below us, surrounded by over a 100 German and Austrian snow-covered mountain peaks. It was utterly breathtaking. We could just make out the tiny ferries scooting silently across the water below us.

Rather than hike down the same way we came up, we followed the trail signs to the Jennerbahn Mittelstation. While the hike was nice at first, the trail eventually brought us onto a ski resort road that was undergoing construction. It was horrible - no pristine forests or mountain vistas; just noisy trucks kicking up clouds of dirt, and ruts to twist your ankle in. If we had come up this way first, we never would have continued on to the summit.

Ominous storm clouds were starting to build - perhaps that anticipated bad weather was finally on its way. Despite being quite tired, we picked up the pace to try to beat out the storm.

Hiking down always sounds better on paper, but I often find it harder on my legs and feet. We limped back into the campground, just as the skies opened up and the rain began to fall.

All in all we had hiked 13 ½ miles that day, with almost a mile of elevation gain. Most of it had been truly spectacular.

Description

Start of the descent from Jenner summitBerchtesgaden National Park, in southeastern Germany near the Austrian border, is one of the oldest protected areas in the Alps. The park, which was established in 1978, encompasses 218 square kilometers of lakes, mountains, forests of dwarf pines, and alpine meadows.

The gem of the park is the beautiful Konigssee, a 5-mile long, crystal clear, fjordlike lake,
surrounded on all sides by steep, vertical walls, including the Watzmann, Germany’s second highest mountain.

An electrically driven boat ferry is the only way to access points around the lake. The ferry makes only two scheduled stops:

• St. Bartholomew, where there is a beautiful baroque, onion domed chapel, as well as a restaurant and beer garden
• Salat, on the southern shore where there are hikes to the Obersee and Rothbachfalls, the highest waterfall in Germany.

The Jennerbahn (cable car) scoots visitors to the summit of Mt. Jenner for fantastic views of the Konigsee, surrounded by over a 100 German and Austrian snow-covered mountain peaks, including Mount Watzmann.

Note:

When we were there in June 2017, the Jennerbahn was closed with plans to reopen in 2018. We hiked to the top instead

Travelogue

Camping Nord-SumSalzburg, the city of Mozart and the Sound of Music, came highly recommended by Rick Steves and practically every other European travel guide I picked up during my planning. Plus, its proximity to Chiemsee (only 45 minutes) and Berchtesgaden (less than 45 minutes) - two planned stops on our itinerary - confirmed our decision to visit this lovely old city.

However, before entering Austria we had to stop at a gas station before crossing the border to buy a vignette to display on our windshield to allow us to travel on the Austrian highways without receiving a large fine. While the German highways are free, most of the other countries in the European Union have some sort of toll system. A 10-day vignette cost us 8.90 euros.

As we had hoped, there was a choice of two campgrounds less than 4 bike path miles from the Altstadt (Old City) that rented bicycles. Somewhat randomly, we chose Camping Nord-Sum, a small, family run campground with grassy sites separated by trees and shrubs, and a heated swimming pool. The office was located in a beautiful Bavarian-style home, complete with flower boxes on the wood balconies and a nice dining area in front that could be used by campers.

Biking to SalzburgAfter getting the camper van situated, we rented a pair of bikes and headed out on the bike path that led to the Aldstadt. In about a mile and a half, the path made a left and we rode for the rest of the way along the Salzach River, where we had wonderful views of the Aldstadt.

Salzburg’s Altstadt, which is a Unesco World Heritage Site, is a charmingly preserved old town with splendid gardens, Baroque churches, cobblestone streets, and Europe’s largest intact Medieval fortress. Coming from a land where history goes back only 300 years or so, it was still a novelty for us to wander through so many more centuries of history.

We crossed the Salzach River on the Makartsteg Bridge, Salzburg’s newest pedestrian bridge, where there was a sea of “Lover’s Locks” covering almost every inch of the fence just below the railing. I have seen these in several locations in the U.S., but never this dense. They looked like colorful jewels glinting in the sunlight.

Lover's Locks on Makartsteg BridgeIt added a bit of romance to what was already a romantic city. There are many stories as to how this tradition started, but most people credit this phenomenon to a 2006 novel by Federico Moccia called “I Want You,” in which two lovers fix a lock to the Ponte Milvio bridge in Rome to express their unbreakable love for each other. Typically, the lovers’ names or initials are inscribed on the lock, and the key is thrown away - hence, the unbreakable part of the symbolism. From there, the tradition has spread around the world to mixed reviews. Some cities treat the locks as vandalism and remove them, while others embrace them as art and a way to attract tourists. Salzburg was definitely the latter and I think it really added charm to the city.

Having only rental bike locks at our disposal, we sadly had to miss declaring our eternal love for each other in Salzburg. Instead, we rather pragmatically used our locks to secure our bikes to a rack at the other end of the bridge, so that we could continue on foot.

Museum der Moderne SalzburgWherever you are in Salzburg, it’s hard not to feel the presence of the Monchsberg, a cliff face that rises 400 feet above the city. There is a funicular connecting the Aldstadt to the Hohensalburg Castle atop the cliff, but we decided that we would walk to the Museum of Modern Art on top instead.

It was a lovely walk mostly through a forest, until we arrived at the restaurant terrace of the museum, which had a wonderful view of the Salzach River winding its way through the old town.

We probably should have stuck with gazing at the view, because I would have to say that the museum itself was pretty disappointing. Now, we are not art connoisseurs, so maybe we just weren’t getting it. However, we felt somewhat vindicated in our feelings after reading the reviews on Trip Advisor. Still, it did bring us to a great spot atop the Monchsberg.

Salzach River flowing through the AldstadtRather than hike back down to street level, we followed the path along the top of the cliff for about a mile and descended behind the legendary Augustiner Braustubel, Austria’s largest beer inn and garden. It was founded by Augustinian monks in 1605.

The beer garden didn’t open until 2:30 on Sundays, but a line was already forming on its steps when we arrived at 2:00. We didn’t have to worry about getting a seat though, as the beer garden alone sits 1,400 people. There are also several indoor dining halls as well.

As with the other beer gardens we had been to so far, the tables were set in the shade of old chestnut trees. Herb was convinced that the purpose of the lids on German beer steins is to prevent the droppings from these trees getting in one’s beer. Perhaps he was right, because we noticed that many people were placing their coasters on top of the mugs between sips.

Lolo enjoying the Augustiner BraustublBeer gardens are self serve, so Herb went off to forage for beer, which was a multi-step process. First he first went to a cashier and purchased two tokens. He then used these tokens to select two stone-made “Maß” (one-liter) mugs off a shelf. These mugs were then filled with beer from a wooden barrel.

Next it was my turn to find lunch. I ascended a series of steps leading into into an arcade lined with small shops and market stalls, called the “Schmankerlgang”. There were so many choices. Everything looked so good, that I couldn’t go wrong. I finally selected a stall near a statue of St. Augustine, the namesake of our beer, and purchased two orders of bratwurst, sauerkraut, and potatoes.

The lunch and the meal were wonderful, but what I really like about beer gardens is the atmosphere of conviviality - families and friends gathered together on a Sunday afternoon to enjoy each other’s company, enhanced by some great food and beer.

Herb showing the younguns how it's doneWe couldn’t leave Salzburg without visiting Mozart, so we strolled along the Salzach River back towards the Aldstadt. Along the way we passed a park with exercise stations, where shirtless, jacked twenty-somethings were working out. Despite being at least twice their age, Herb jumped in and did as many dips as they were doing. The old man’s still got it - even after some wurst and a Maß beer.

Continuing along, we got off the main drag and wandered through the narrow pedestrian alleys that we have come to love in Europe. In the Mozartplatz we stopped to admire the Mozart statue and the beautiful old pink Church of St. Michael, built in the 800s.

Looming 400 feet above the square atop a rock called Festungsberg is the imposing Hohensalzburg Fortress, built in the 11th century as a show of the Catholic Church’s power.

Strolling through the AldstadtIf we had the time and energy, we would have climbed back up the cliff to take a tour, but instead we continued through the Aldstadt to Mozart’s Geburtshaus (birthplace) and the place where he composed most of his works as a young protege. It is the most visited sight in the city.

On our bike ride back to the campground, we stopped at a climbing gym right alongside the bike path to take a peek. It was a really nice gym, but surprisingly empty. When we asked why, the girl at the counter said that on nice days, everyone climbs outdoors. This would be something fun to do tomorrow we decided. As we were hopping back on our bikes, the girl ran out with one of those large Bavarian pretzels. “Hungry?” she asked. “I have lots of these left over because no one came today.” I rode the rest of the way back, with a pretzel strapped to my backpack.

That evening we swam in the campground pool and lounged around, discussing plans for the next day. Our original intention was to spend another day in Salzburg, but a quick check on the weather showed that rain would be moving into the Alps in a few days. We really had our hearts set on hiking in Berchtesgaden National Park, so we decided to cut our visit to Salzburg short and get there before the weather changed.

Description

View from the Museum der Moderne SalzburgSalzburg has a charmingly preserved old town with splendid gardens, Baroque churches, cobblestone streets, Europe’s largest intact Medieval fortress. It is famous for being the birthplace of Mozart and the location for the Sound of Music, around which many guided tours are centered.

Saltzburg’s Aldstadt (Old Town) is a Unesco World Heritage Site

• connected to the top of the Monchsberg mountain (great views) via funicular and elevator
• Funicular brings you to imposing Hohensalzburg Castle
• Elevator brings you to cafes, the Museum of Modern Art, wooded paths, and great views
• You can also walk up to the top from several points in town – behind the cathedral, Toscaninihof, and the Augustiner Braustubl beer garden

Walking tours of Salzburg

• One-hour guided walk without a reservation – just meet at the TI on Mozartplatz
• Or do on our own with Rick’s Steve audio tour (which can be downloaded for free)
  • Mozartplatz
  • Residenzplatz
  • New Residenz and Glockenspiel
  • Mozart’s birthplace
  • Old Residenz
  • Salzburg Cathedral
  • Kapitelplatz
  • St. Peter’s Cemetery
  • St. Peter’s Church
  • Toscaninihof
  • Universitatsplatz
  • Monchsberg Cliff Face
  • Getreidegasse
  • Alter Market

Salzburg Card (26 euro for one day)

• Entrance to all the major sights and attractions
• Free river cruise
• Unlimited use of public transport (including cable cars)

Travelogue

Herb enjoying his first day in the camperHow exciting! Our first of 27 days touring Europe in our little camper van. We are very accustomed to motorhome life and have criss crossed the U.S. over a dozen times in our 27-foot Lazy Daze, but we knew we would be faced with unfamiliar challenges, such as road signs we could not understand and roads that were much narrower than we are used to.

In my planning for this tip, I had used a rather old (2004) European Camping Guide to find campgrounds near places on our itinerary. Europeans seem to be much more camping-friendly than Americans. Everywhere we wanted to visit - whether it be city or village - was accessible, either on foot or by public transportation, from a campground. And the campgrounds themselves far exceeded our expectations - clean, great facilities, and most of them even had a restaurant or beer garden on site.

Chiemsee sunsetFor Lake Chiemsee, I had found two campgrounds on different sections of the lake, each within walking distance to a boat ferry to the islands we wanted to visit. The woman who gave us the instructional on the camper told us that at this time of year (late May - early June), we should have no problem getting a campsite anywhere. So we headed to the first one (Panorama Camping Harras, on a peninsula jutting into the lake), without a care in the world, only to find that it was totally booked. The owner, who fortunately spoke English very well, told us that many people were making a long weekend out of the Thursday Father’s Day holiday. He told us we could probably park behind the hotel down the road and come back in the morning to see if anyone checked out. This was not exactly how we wanted to spend our first night in the camper.

We made a quick call to the second campground I had on my itinerary, Chiemsee-Camping Rödlgries, which was also on the lake about 10 miles east. They said they had room for us, so we set off immediately to ensure that we had a place to land for the night.

Chiemsee Schifffahrt (boat ferry) from FraueninselIt was a lovely campground with shady, grassy sites, a beer garden, and very clean and ample bathroom / shower facilities. Plus, the walk to a boat ferry that would take us to the islands was only 1 km rather than the 2.5 km walk that we would have had to make from the previous campground. We both were quite glad that the last campground didn’t work out, because this one seemed much nicer and more convenient.

It was already quite late in the day by the time we settled in, so we relaxed and got to know the camper better and then took a sunset walk along the campground beach. Tomorrow we would take the ferry to visit the islands of Herreninsel and Fraueninsel. Kind of an interesting concept - Man Island and Woman Island.

Early the next morning, we walked to the boat dock for the Chiemsee Schifffahrt (boat ferry), where we were the first on line for the first ferry of the day from Ubersee. The tickets for a trip to both islands were 9.70 euro each.

The ferry stopped first at Fraueninsel, but we stayed on the boat because we were more interested in seeing Schloss Herrenchiemsee, King Ludwig II’s castle on Herreninsel. Hopefully, by being early we would beat most of the crowds. We could stop at Fraueninsel on the way back.

Gardens at Schloss HerrenchiemseeUpon disembarking on Herreninsel, we purchased our tickets to tour the castle for 8 euros each and walked about a half mile to get to the palace. We were assigned a specific tour time, so we didn’t have much time to wander about and photograph the beautiful gardens - we would do that afterwards. As luck would have it, we were part of an English-speaking tour.

Unfortunately, no photographs were allowed inside the castle, so it’s difficult for me to portray what an amazing place this is. Let’s just say that you have to see it to believe it.

Herrenchiemsee is the least famous of Ludwig II’s three castles. He is most well known for Neuschwanstein, his fairy tale castle immortalized by Walt Disney’s Sleeping Beauty, and Linderhof, his jewel-box palace. However, Schloss Herrenchiemsee cost more than the other two combined and pretty much depleted nine centuries of Wittelsbach wealth.

Gardens at Schloss HerrenchiemseeThe castle was never intended to be inhabited. In fact, Ludwig only spent 10 days in the palace. Rather, it is a replica of the Palace of Versaille, meant to be a sort of museum where he could transport himself in his imagination back to the court of Louis XIV of France, whom he seemed to have a man crush on. There is even a Hall of Mirrors modeled on the one in Versailles, but even larger. As a result, the replica ceiling paintings had to be resized to fit the bigger room.

Only 20 of the planned 70 rooms were finished before Ludwig’s mysterious death in 1886 and construction was stopped. Each of those 20 rooms is more magnificent and opulent than the next.

After the palace tour, we took our time wandering through the formal gardens, also modeled on Versailles; however, now we were allowed to take photos. The gardens are filled with fountains and statues both in the classical style of Versaille and the fantastic romanticism that Ludwig loved.

There is also a baroque Augustinian monastery on the island built in the 1600s. Between the monks and Ludwig wandering around alone in his castle, there wasn't much of a female presence on the island - hence the name Herreninsel.

Idyllic FraueninselThe next stop on our boat tour was Fraueninsel, which had a much different feel to it than Herreninsel - much more idyllic and peaceful. Most of the island's inhabitants are either fishermen or artists. There has been an artists' colony on the island since the late 19th century.

The island’s best-known attraction is Frauenworth, an 8th century Benedictine convent with a beautiful campanile that can be seen from far away across the lake. Although the nunnery is closed to the public, the Klosterkirche, nunnery's church, which dates back to the 11th century, is not. It is well worth a visit. While we were there, a wedding was just about to get under way. What a wondeful place for a wedding.

We wandered around the island for a bit before taking the ferry back to Ubersee. From there it was just a short stroll back to our campground.

Description

Fountains at Schloss HerrenchiemseeChiemsee, which is only an hour and a half from Munich, is the largest lake in Bavaria. It has three islands, which can be reached by ferry:

• Herreninsel - major attraction is Schloss Herrenchiemsee, a neo-Baroque royal palace built in 1878 by “Mad” King Ludwig II. It was meant to be a replica of the Palace of Versailles in honor of the Sun King Louis XIV of France, whom Ludwig admired almost obsessively. There is even a great Hall of Mirrors modeled on the one in Versailles, but even larger. Ludwig died in 1886 before the building could be completed. Tours of the palace and its gardens are conducted throughout the summer.
• Fraueninsel - fishing village and site of an 8th century Benedictine convent
• Krautinsel - uninhabited

Trips to the islands, which cost less than 10 euro per person, run from several docks around the lake and are operated by the Chiemsee Schifffahrt:
http://www.chiemsee-schifffahrt.de/en/preise/preise-bis-31122015/

Travelogue

Our sweet little PosslThis was it. The big day where we'd pick up our camper van and begin our European road trip. Herb had spent a good portion of last Fall researching motorhome rental places and vehicles and come to the conclusion that McRent was the best place (largest motorhome rental company in Europe) and that the smaller the vehicle the better to manage the narrow roads in Europe. Herb originally thought that I would prefer a larger one, because I was spoiled by our 27-foot Lazy Daze, but I too wanted as little stress as possible navigating our way around.

We decided on a Compact Standard Van with a bath and shower that would sleep 2 - more specifically, a Possl 2Win. It was pretty perfect for our needs:

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The Munich McRent is not actually located in Munich, but rather in the town of Sulzemoos about 20 miles northwest of Munich. There really were no good public transportation options to get there from our hotel, so we paid $65 for an Uber.

The Campground of Herb's dreamsOne more trip-changing discovery we made while wandering the showroom was a huge advertisement in their lounge for Camping Marina di Venezia. The photo showed a huge campground on the Adriatic Sea with half a dozen gorgeous pools. "Is this the campground you have on our itinerary for our time in Venice?" Herb asked. Oops. We took a picture of the ad for future reference. Spoiler alert - it was the best campground we ever stayed in.

At 2:00, we returned to the rental office and began the very thorough pickup process. A woman spent about 45 minutes with us going over every detail of the vehicle. Fortunately, Herb is an engineer and also the owner of a much larger motorhome, so understanding how to work this one was not a big deal for him. I can, however, imagine how it would be a bit overwhelming for people driving a motorhome for the first time.

Excited, we set out in our new home for the next four weeks towards the first destination on our itinerary - Lake Chiemsee, about an hour and a half to the east.

Aldi Sud - Our favorite German supermarketHowever, our first order of business upon hitting the road was stocking up the motorhome, so we stopped at Aldi Sud, a German discount supermarket recommended to us by McRent. Although we had difficulty finding what we wanted, we made due with the choices they had. Breakfast and lunch items were fairly easy, but we still hadn’t figured out what and how we would be cooking dinner in the camper. There was only a 2-burner stove - no microwave or oven like I was used to in our Lazy Daze, so we would have to figure out what worked best. We found some tortellini packages that we thought would get us started, but I was kind of freaked out by the fact that they weren’t refrigerated, as I was accustomed to. However, the prices were unbelievably low - a 6-pack of German beer for 3 euros and wine for only a little more. However, I reminded Herb that we could not live on beer alone.

Description

A motorhome rental service operating throughout Europe that offers all kinds of motorhomes. In fact, it is Europe's largest motorhome rental company.

Here is a link to their fleet, which ranges from small camper vans to larger Class C and Class A RVs:

https://www.mcrent.eu/motorhome-rv/

You can currently find McRent motorhome rental in Germany, the Netherlands, Spain, France, Portugal, Italy, Switzerland, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Great Britain, Ireland, Estonia, Poland and Iceland.

In Germany, where we rented, they have locations in Aalen, Berlin, Berlin-Ost, Bremen, Dettingen, Dortmund, Düsseldorf/Mülheim, Frankfurt/Main, Hamburg, Hamburg-Süd, Hannover, Isny, Karlsruhe, Konstanz, Köln/Bonn, Leipzig, Limburg, Mannheim, München, Nuremberg, Potsdam, Regensburg, Rheine, Rheinfelden, Stuttgart and Warendorf.

The contact information for the Munchen location where we rented ours is:

Ohmstraße 16
85254 Sulzemoos
Phone: +49 8135 6234020
Fax: +49 8135 6234021
info@wohnmobil-muenchen.de