Taking a swim
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Lake Lucerne is a nice stopover when traveling south to Italy. Or back for that mather. Our first trip to Italy we slept in Lucerne, a nice city in the most western arm of Lake Lucerne. But driving on the highway along the rightside of the lake, we saw some delightful little villages on the mountain slopes, just inviting us to leave the well known city and the highway for what it is.
Is it just me or is this lake big?
The complicated shape of the lake with a total of 114 km², reaches with bends and arms into the mountains. On some places the mountains rise up to 1.500 m above the lake. Yes, the views are overwhelming. From the highway you get the feeling you´re driving from one lake to another.
Some place special
Isn´t it the same every time again? That last stop on our way back is always making me feel a bit melancholic. Damn, it´s over...back to every day life, work, another holiday gone by. Not that my life is that bad, don´t get me wrong, but bags.... I just love to travel! So...to spend that last night in a place special just prolongs the holiday a bit.
Beckenried, with two exits starting from the A2 is easy to reach because of its central location.
Taking a swim
This was our first holiday on which we didn´t book some beachdays. Being the last day of our holiday, and since we only did swim in hotel pools, Tamar and I decided we would take our change now and swim in Lake Lucerne. It´s not called a `see´ for nothing, right? From the balcony the water looked inviting, the sun was shining, we could see some children play on surfboards, some were rowing in rubber boats. Why not? The terrace of the hotel is right on the shore and provides with long stoney steps into the water. They are slippery though! I dipped my toe in. Oh my god, I´m not going in...it´s much too cold! `Mum, don´t stall, you promised!` Let´s take the pier... any big fish in sight? Are you sure it´s deep enough to dive? I looked longingly to the terrace, I knew my book was waiting and the capuccino was about to arrive. There was only one way to get back there....we took each other hands and promised we´d jump together. With three long strides we reached the end of the little pier and jumped. It was cold, it was deep...we´d seen the fishes from the wharf. Besides that, we knew the lake was 214m deep at some places. After three arm strokes we decided this was close enough to a swim in Lake Lucerne and swam back to the stairs.