We head back to Italy this morning. My girls wake early and play one last time in the fountain just outside the front door.
I can not leave this magical place without mentioning the stunning blue wildflowers we saw growing near the high altitude playground. These tiny stars were scattered across the hillside mixed with yellow buttercups.
And then there are the swans. Back at lake level we saw swans every day swimming slowly along the shore. They live here wild, just part of the environment. They are startlingly large and have jet black feet. One day while playing at the little beach we heard a loud pounding sound coming from the water. Two swans were flapping their wings just touching the surface as their bodies began to take flight.