The morning after day 4

And again a sweet breakfast - I just can't resist, but it is tooooo tempting. Could it be that the pictures of breakfast always look the same? Anyway, delicious is all that matters!

It's pleasant and quiet here, if only the floor-cleaning machine wasn't in use. But it doesn't matter.

There's a waiter sneaking around here, he looks like I do in the woods when I'm lost. Should I offer him my GPS?

The blue sky is currently hidden behind the clouds, but as long as it's dry, everything is good. I'm looking forward to today, as it could finally go straight ahead, no crazy climbs, unless I want to expand my local knowledge (right, Sophia?).

When I finished the blog last night, something came to my mind that I don't want to keep from you:

Something happened to me in Mezzolombardo recently. I had dinner in the room, rolls with sausage and cheese, and after eating I shook out the dishcloth, there were crumbs on it. Well, suddenly I see the knife falling, like in slow motion it sails down and I follow its trajectory with excitement, until it lands on the awning and ... no, it doesn't fall any further but stays in a gutter of the awning. And once again a good laugh. Well, I've heard that other people have had breakfast plates fly out of the car window in similar situations. While driving, of course.

The great GoPro pictures often show the back of my head. Couldn't someone have told me that I also have a forehead on the back of my head? Thanks, family, but I can handle that much truth.

By the way, here in Molveno I'm staying at the Hotel Fontanella, very new, stylish, a bit fancy. When I think of Fontnella, I always think of Fontanelle, weren't those the sutures where the skull bones come together. How would you be welcomed in such a hotel in German? 'Welcome, where the skull bones grow together!'

Effert, stop working, you're just writing nonsense. Maybe too much sugar in the morning.

So, see you tonight here on AlleineWandenZumGardasee with my reports on day 5.