Lake Garda Italy

Of all the places we visited on this trip, Lake Garda, specifically the charming town of Sirmione, completely stole my heart. While the journey in had its bumps (hello, holiday traffic and a half-mile walk through cobblestone streets with our suitcases in tow), the moment we passed through the castle gates, I knew we were in for something special. Sirmione, often called the “pearl of Lake Garda,” is postcard-perfect, full of ancient ruins and centuries-old streets that make American history feel like it’s still in diapers.

We settled into the rhythm of lake life quickly, slow strolls through gardens, long pauses by the water, and a much-needed massage and salt room session that felt like a total reset. And of course, there was shopping. Not just the usual souvenirs, but beautiful Italian-made treasures that whispered, “you’re on vacation, treat yourself.” And I listened, as always!

Aperitivo tradition continued,  with a glass of Ripasso in hand, my new wine obsession, and views that shifted from lake sunsets to castle silhouettes. Dinner was always a standout: mussels that might just be the best I’ve ever had, and more perfect pizza that reminded me that Italy knows how to do it right, no matter the region.

We also took two incredible day trips:

First, to Bardolino, a laid-back village on the lake’s eastern shore. It greeted us with cobbled lanes, breezy cafés, and a stunning lakeside lunch spot that had an entire menu dedicated to spritzes (yes, pages of them!). The moment was made more poignant as we arrived to news of the Pope’s passing. We went to the basilica to light a candle and, by chance, caught an Easter Monday Mass, a touching and memorable moment.

Next up was Salò, which felt like the quiet cousin of the more tourist-packed towns. Elegant and calm, with palm-lined promenades and a Renaissance-meets-modern-cool vibe, Salò was a dream. We sipped cappuccinos in the morning sun, wandered its boutique-lined streets, and soaked in the kind of peace that only Italian lakeside towns can offer. I even popped into the stunning Duomo di Santa Maria Annunziata, a late Gothic gem. And yes, I did more shopping. A locally made tablecloth, some hand towels, and a handcrafted handbag I didn’t need, but couldn’t resist. The shopkeeper was quite the sales person.

Lake Garda had it all: breathtaking views, history that humbles you, food and wine that spoils you, and moments that slow time down. If I could bottle the feeling of this leg of the trip, I’d carry it with me forever.