Sore Bottoms

We had orignally planned on going straight from Cinque Terre to Interlaken but things just didnt work out like that. We had such a horrible time figuring out how to get to interlaken from Milan. The people at the train station were so unwilling to help. For the first time on our trip I was seriously frusterated. And it wasnt because of the language barrier it was because of everyones unwillingness to even try to help and communicate. So instead of going to Interlaken we ended up in Como, which ended up being great and really just what we needed. We stayed at this little hostel in Como with the friendliest staff. It was such a nice change of pace after leaving Milan. The lake region is kind of nestled in the mountains. Absolutley gorgeous. We rented bikes for the day and rode all around the lake. We rode and we rode and we rode. For SEVEN hours! All I have to say is that I have most definatly bruised my little butt bones. We met some great people in the hostel and spent the evening having dinner with them and strolling around the town and listening to an Italian cover band sing renditions of Grease songs by the water.