Just a 40 minute trip from Milan and we are home, aka: Nonnas’ home (grandma’s)on the beautiful lake of Como. I love going to Nonnas’ house and I’m especially looking forward to it this weekend. I imagine the children and their cousins playing in the vast garden that borders the lake, while I sip chilled wine under the gazebo that faces the lake, reading a paper newspaper and relaxing, just like in the old days.
This is what really happened: we arrived to Nonna’s house who was already in a bit unhappy with us that we were so late in getting there. We barely manage to put our bags down when she tells us that we are going to take a quick walk over to Villa d’Este. Villa d’Este is by far the most beautiful and luxurious hotel on the lake. I know it well. I quickly throw a clean white polo shirt on my son, when Nonna says ‘va bene cosi, ma vanno benissimo cosi’ (which means that’s fine, they are fine like that.) I don’t have time to protest I catch up to them just as the big iron gate closes behind me.
Now I am not new to this country, nor am I completely unaware of the social events high society has in this country. I have worked a life time in fashion for pedious sakes, so why, why whyyyyyy is this not the first time this has happened to me? I mean I don’t even have clean converse on..
The women all very elegant, look as if they were going to a polo match in honor of the Prince of Wales. I discover it is the annual Concorso d’Eleganza, one of the most important and prestigious events for historic cars. (similar to polo match but with out the Prince, and horses.)
I ignore a series of scowls from under big rimmed hats and decide that since there is no chance anytime soon of the earth opening up and swallowing me I better put on my best happy face, especially for the 2 little faces behind me that are quickly growing tired of the large crowd.
We spend over an hour at Villa d’Este, admiring all the incredible auto’s, we take a few pictures and eventually take the kids to have the ice cream. Back at Nonna’s house they stay outside until well after dinner. The following day we head back to Milan, and it is only as I tuck my children in that I noticed their healthy sun-kissed cheeks as they fall fast asleep, after a beautiful weekend away in Como.