It was a hot day in July. We were invited to attend a wedding in the Italian Alps but we couldn’t resist sneaking out and wandering around the magnificent lake of Como. From Lecco to dreamy Bellagio, to the city of Como, through the steep lake road, cobble streets and oleander trees. We were high on the Italian Dolce Vita con prosciutto crudo, sorbetto and gelatto. But George was nowhere to be found.