Peschiera del Garda is a pretty town at the southern end of Lake Garda, Italy’s largest lake.
In the warmer months it’s full of tourists – especially Germans and Dutch.
We got to know this town when my mother-in-law was in intensive care at the Peschiera hospital. This was when her ALS had really begun to set in. We used to drive over, visit her and then take a walk around the town to calm ourselves down.
Now that she’s no longer with us, we always think of her when we go out for aperitivi or pizza or fish in Peschiera. It isn’t a bad way to be remembered.
For me, Lake Garda is the perfect place for eating pizza or fish. Not so for the German and Dutch tourists who help keep the lakeside towns and villages alive. On warm summer nights, you can see them enjoying lasagne or spaghetti bolognaise – dishes that belong to other regions and other seasons.
But each to her own. I know that some foreigners have very fixed ideas about what it is to eat Italian. And we all need our comfort foods, even when we go on holiday.
Besides which, many Italians, when they go abroad, do not- cannot- will not – adapt to new eating patterns.