What most of the shorelines look like. Not much of a beach area, but you can't beat the views with follage growing out of every crack it can find.

This was his first time getting in the water, a little chilly I would say or Tyler would say. He has adoted a British accent this trip. It should come in handy in London; I just wish he spoke French.

The look of triumph. This pole is not fo the King of the Hill pose, but a mooring for boats if they are so inclined to dock at the micrscopic beach.

You see mountains and you think cool crisp air. The air is crisp, but surprisingly not so cool for the summer. We have a high of 91 today and that doesn't include humidity which for us desert rats ads another 100 degrees. We have the kids do the conversion each day along with their kilos and meters.

A small view of the gardens that line the lakes. These are part of the Villa Monestero built in 1569 and expands for a quarter of a mile along the lakeshore between Fiumelatter and Veranna. The Villa is currently a museum and gardens.

A view out of a courtyard in Villa Monestero.

Going to the chapel and we're going to get married..... the church in Veranna. We heard the wedding march in the middle of the day, and sure enough a bride and groom came out. Amore!

A lot of the houses are covered in these ivy vines with openings just for the windows. The ivy conforms perfectly to the architecture of the structures it resides on. And of course, an Italian villa would not be complete without window boxes.