May 9.-We left Bellagio this morning at 10:30. Arrived here this afternoon, and find Lugano a delightful place. We greatly desired to hear the nightingales sing before leaving Bellagio and at last had that pleasure. Yesterday afternoon about sunset e went to a grove and were delighted to hear a chorus of nightingales. This, however, did not satisfy us. We longed to hear them at night. Last night we visited two different groves. We heard a few notes in the first grove; that was all. We whistled and made other noises to wake them up but they would not sing, although we knew by the few notes we heard that they were above us. Then we went to the other grove where we had been so frequently and at last, at last, they sang for us! I wished to scream, but kept very still instead. There was no moon, only the bright stars, and there under the trees we stood together in the darkness and heard the nightingales sing ! They were singing when we left the grove after ten o’clock at night.
Our stay in Bellagio was delightful. Mr. and Mrs. Burr, an artist and his wife from the United States, were pleasant acquaintances at our pension there. Last evening Mr. B. gave me a sketch in water colors of the view, or part of the view, from our window. Our little pension was a resting place, or would have been if we had taken time to rest. After breakfast this morning I finished packing and then, after saying goodbye to the inmates of Pension Suisse, we started in haste for the wharf. By and by the steamboat came and we sailed away from Bellagio and from Italy. Farewell to the land of blue sky and flowers. We spent seven months within her domainsfrom October 11th to May 9th. This morning we first went to Menaggio by steamer, then by cars to Porlezza, where we again took a steamer for this place. Our journey was most delightful. The scenery was all beautiful. Lake Lugano, being a smaller lake than Lake Como, has smaller steamers. We are stop-ping at Hotel Beauregard.
Again we meetfor the sixth time–our Danish sisters, whom we first saw in Venice. Their pension is not far from here.
One of the last things we noticed on Lake Como was a little church standing alone on a rocky shelf, full half way up the great, bald mountain near Cadenabbia.
We find Lugano an attractive place. The mountains are fine, but we are not shut in by them as we were at Bellagio. The sun is shining and the birds are singing as I sit here by an open window mending a torn dress. It is too beautiful a day in this beautiful place to remain indoors.
Later.After repairing the unfortunate dress and after L. had rested, we walked on the high street on which our hotel is situated and looked down upon the town, the lake and at the surrounding mountains. Then the funicular rail-way carried us down into the town and we walked near a beautiful fountain. Weigelia and shrubs with white blossoms were in bloom. After making purchases for our lunch tomorrow, the funicular took us up the hill, where we again enjoyed looking down upon the valley below us. I talked with our Danish friends.