Saturday was always dedicated to flying. In winter, with the seaplane I would ‘take possession’ of Lake Garda, which gave me indescribable emotions and colours every time. D’inverno, con l’idrovolante mi “impossessavo” del Lago di Garda che mi regalava ogni volta emozioni e colori indescrivibili.
Usually, I would arrive in Toscolano from the north after gliding just above the water along the Veronese coast. I would cross the lake at the height of Malcesine or Brenzone, with the shades of blues, greens, turquoise, and light blues continuously shifting, while the sun behind me illuminated the entire Brescia coast. During the approach to Toscolano, I could “steal” some photographic notes, but once I passed the tip of the beach, I would imprint the images and sensations into my memory to focus on the sharp turn I was able to make in the tiny and beautiful bay of Maderno.