Last week, during our hike, Mike and I saw a trail map that included a lake called Lago di Santa Croce. It looked big and not too far away, so we decided over the long weekend, we'd go check it out. Yesterday morning, Andrea, Mike, and I punched our destination into the GPS and took the most scenic route, through green, curvy mountain passes, until we arrived. Unfortunately, it was overcast, cold, and windy, and there didn't seem to be much activity going on at all. The lake itself was nice, but I think our timing was off. We hung out on the beach for a while, then drove around the area, circling the lake, deciding it would be better to come back in the fall when the leaves were changing.
However, we didn't want to go back home just yet, so we travelled northwest to Belluno, a decent-sized city hugged by the Alps. One of the great things about Italy is you can always see something cool in every town you visit, and Belluno was no different. We strolled through the streets, window shopping, eating, dipping into cathedrals, and taking pictures.
It would have been easy for us to drive back home from the lake and have a lazy afternoon, but we made the best of our outting. Mike is one of those guys with an endless amount of energy, and I'm glad it's contagious.