Transition

It’s the last day of the 2021 Moth Worlds! So kind of sad, but kind of cool too (yay I did it), and definitely a transition. This is being blogged in between the first two races of the day – held in the North wind of the morning – and the next/final two races – [hopefully] held in the South wind of the afternoon.

This morning the wind was not actually enough to race Moths if I could say, I was unable to get foiling for any amount of time. There was a lot of grumbling among the competitors in both fleets, the standings were shook up. I had a 61 and a 62 and I don’t think I actually beat anyone who was sailing, and may have missed the time limit for finishing. Let’s hope there is more wind later!

Another transition – I’ve been so busy sailing and blogging about sailing I haven’t told you much about the time off the water.

Well there was this:

It’s the sort of thing that seems to go all the time around here. That was as I was having dinner a few nights ago in Malcesine. That was my best dinner up to that point, but then …

Two nights ago I had what was probably the “nicest” meal so far, a restaurant called Aqua in Naga-Torbole, at the North East corner of the lake. I found it randomly while looking for a different restaurant; it looked awesome, and it was.

It’s right across from the teeny cute harbor of Torbole.

Truly high end Italian, worthy of Michelin stars. Everything was so creative and interesting and the whiskey gelato took the cake.

And then last night I visited the Bastione overlooking Riva del Guarda, which is at the North West corner of the lake. You might remember I saw it, took a picture, and added it to my bucket list? Well I can cross it off.

You reach the Bastione via a funicular from the town, it goes up at about a 45 degree angle, and the Bastione itself is a grand old fort overlooking the town and its harbor, in pretty good condition.

Next to the fort is a restaurant also called Bastione, and that’s where I had dinner! The view was spectacular.

The food was great but the service was even better, and I was introduced to the local olive oil, prepared and treasured like the local wine, and I have to admit it was wonderful.

As I was sitting there recovering from the day of sailing on the lake, all I could think was … how did I get here?

And so now onward, another transition, the end of the regatta and then the rest of my trip … so much experienced and so much left!