Page 48 of Finding Love in the Clouds

Inside the palace, the group marveled at the richly decorated rooms. “Opulence can be found here, too, but in a more subdued manner,” Alicia pointed out. “Notice the beautiful frescoes, the antique furniture, and the family portraits that adorn the walls. The Borromeo family’s influence and wealth are evident in every corner.”

They wandered through rooms painted in soft pastels, with high ceilings and large windows that allowed natural light to flood in, casting a warm glow over the intricate tapestries and gleaming wooden floors. One room, in particular, caught everyone’s attention—a salon with walls covered in silk and a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its crystals catching the light and scattering rainbows around the room.

“The Borromeo family used this palace as a summer residence, escaping the heat of Milan for the cooler climate of Lake Maggiore,” Alicia explained. “Many important guests have visited here, including politicians, artists, and even royalty. The family’s contribution to the arts and culture of the region is significant, and this palace is a testament to their enduring legacy.”

The group also visited the palace’s unique puppet theater, a charming relic from the past. “As I said, the Borromeo family had a keen interest in the performing arts,” Alicia noted. “This puppet theater, complete with intricate puppets and detailed backdrops, was used for family entertainment and private performances.”

The visit concluded with a stroll through the island’s exotic bird aviary, where vibrant parrots and other tropical birds added a splash of color and sound to the serene environment.

As they boarded the boat once more, Fernando and Sophie took a moment to absorb the tranquil beauty of Isola Madre. The experience had been a feast for the senses, leaving them with lasting memories of the island’s lush gardens, historical palazzo, and the peaceful ambiance that pervaded every corner.

“I think I need a formal garden and some gilt-framed mirrors for the house now,” Fernando teased.

“I don’t think so. Remember when you said our house was going to be the cool kid hang-out? Pools with water slides and grottos areawesome kid magnets. Old people frames and fancy gardens the kids can’t play in, not so much,” Sophie retorted with an equally happy smile.

“Who said they couldn’t play in the garden? What kid doesn’t like a good maze to get lost in?” Fernando replied, brows raised in disbelief.

“You get the estimate on that landscaping project. Let me know how many kids you would welcome into your botanical retreat. I think when you see it, you would want to turn it into the ‘secret garden’ with a locked gate.” Sophie assured him.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea! That could be our romantic getaway spot. I have ten acres, you know. Plenty of room for a plant-filled hideout for adult use only.”

Fernando wriggled his eyebrows suggestively once more, causing Sophie to giggle at his suggestion. She then faced forward as they arrived at their next location, but not before Fernando stole a quick kiss from her lips.

Chapter Forty-Seven

As they approached the final island, Alicia’s voice once again filled the air with fascinating tales and history.

“Isola dei Pescatori, or Fishermen’s Island, is the only one of the Borromean Islands that is permanently inhabited,” Alicia explained. “This island has a charming, rustic appeal, with narrow winding streets and quaint houses that reflect the simple yet rich life of the local fishermen. Unlike the grandeur of Isola Bella and Isola Madre, this island offers a more intimate glimpse into the traditional lifestyle of the region.”

As they docked, the group was greeted by the sight of colorful houses lining the shore, their facades painted in warm hues of yellow, orange, and red. The buildings, with their balconies adorned with flower pots and laundry hanging out to dry, exuded a homely charm. The air was filled with the salty scent of the lake and the delicious aroma of freshly cooked fish from the local trattorias.

“This reminds me of Burano,” Sophie whispered. “I wonder if all Italian wives struggled with lost husbands.”

“It seems the fisherman’s wife did, at least,” Fernando said with a chuckle.

“It’s a good thing you don’t fish, then. I prefer a less ostentatious exterior home color,” Sophie admitted playfully as they strolled. Their arms tucked securely behind each other’s backs, Sophie nestled comfortably into Fernando’s side.

“That, my love, is something you will never have to worry about. I am a one-woman man,” Fernando promised, kissing her lightly on the head.

Walking through the narrow streets, the group felt the laid-back atmosphere of the island. Fishermen mended their nets, children played along the waterfront, and locals greeted each other with friendly waves. “This island has retained its traditional character despite the influx of tourists,” Alicia noted. “The community here is close-knit, and the way of life has changed little over the centuries.”

They visited the small church of San Vittore, a modest yet beautiful structure that dated back to the 11th century. Inside, they admired the simple, elegant design and the peaceful atmosphere. “This church is dedicated to St. Victor,” Alicia informed them. “It’s a place of worship and a community hub for the island’s residents.”

As they continued their tour, they came across several artisan shops selling locally made goods, including intricate lacework, hand-painted ceramics, and, of course, fresh fish. The group took the opportunity to buy a few souvenirs, appreciating the craftsmanship and authenticity of the items.

“The lace you see here is a tradition that dates back centuries,” Alicia explained as they browsed the shops. “Much like on Burano, thewomen of Isola dei Pescatori have passed down the art of lace-making through generations. Each piece is unique and tells a story.”

The group then stopped at a charming lakeside café for a light lunch. They enjoyed a meal of freshly caught fish, accompanied by locally grown vegetables and a glass of crisp white wine from the region. The taste was fresh and exquisite, reflecting the island’s rich culinary heritage. “The fish here is caught daily and prepared using traditional recipes,” Alicia said. “It’s a true taste of Isola dei Pescatori.”

With their appetites satisfied, the group boarded the boat once more, their hearts full from the authentic and intimate experience on Fishermen’s Island. Their next destination was Mount Mottarone.

As the cable car ascended, they were treated to breathtaking views of the lake and the surrounding mountains. At the summit, the panoramic views were nothing short of spectacular, offering a stunning vista of the Alps and the seven lakes that dotted the landscape. The crisp mountain air was invigorating, and the group took a moment to soak in the natural beauty.

Alicia pointed out the various landmarks as they gazed over the horizon. “Standing at an elevation of about 1,491 meters or 4,892 feet, Mount Mottarone provides an unobstructed view of the surrounding region. On a clear day, you can see the Ligurian Apennines to the south and the Monte Rosa massif to the west. It’s truly one of the best vantage points in northern Italy,” she explained.

The group wandered around the summit, taking pictures and enjoying the scenery. The vast expanse of nature, with its rolling hills and pristine lakes, was a sight to behold.

Arriving back at their hotel, Alicia guided them through the Grand Hotel des Iles Borromées, pointing out notable features. “This hotel opened its doors in 1863 and has hosted many illustrious guests, including royalty, writers, and celebrities. Ernest Hemingway was afrequent visitor, and he even mentioned this hotel in his novel ‘A Farewell to Arms.’ The blend of luxury and history here is truly unique.”

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