Our lake tales the blog
Tales and moments, mysticism and magic
History or stories? Dream or reality? The boundaries between reality and fiction blur almost imperceptibly. The cuckoo murmurs, the pine whispers, the little brook gurgles. And they all tell stories of their experiences and fantasies. Around the Wolfsgrubner Lake.
Summer freshness – and the little joy of sharing a lake with paws and people
Sommerfrische. It’s a German word that once meant a great escape – when merchants and aristocrats fled the summer heat of Bolzano and settled up here on the Ritten, from late June to early September. Seeking cool breezes, clear waters and a slower pace of life.
KlausAt the Weihrerhof, that spirit still lives on. You’ll find it in the scent of the pine trees, in the calm of the lake, and in every refreshing swim in Lake Costalovara. And we’re happy to share it. With our guests, of course. But also with the locals from Bolzano, curious squirrels and the occasional family of ducks.
Because a lake only truly sparkles when it’s not just yours. Because forest and water do their quiet work best when shared. And because true joy grows bigger when you let it.
Sure, there are days when you wonder: does that selfie really need to happen right in the middle of our little guest-only bridge? And isn’t that the neighbor’s cousin who borrowed the paddle boat without asking and now thinks he’s captain of the lake?
But then the next morning comes. The sun plays on the water. Someone whispers “good morning.” And all is well again.
Because Sommerfrische – the real kind – is like the lake itself: generous to those who arrive with heart and respect.
Because a lake only truly sparkles when it’s not just yours. Because forest and water do their quiet work best when shared. And because true joy grows bigger when you let it.
Sure, there are days when you wonder: does that selfie really need to happen right in the middle of our little guest-only bridge? And isn’t that the neighbor’s cousin who borrowed the paddle boat without asking and now thinks he’s captain of the lake?
But then the next morning comes. The sun plays on the water. Someone whispers “good morning.” And all is well again.
Because Sommerfrische – the real kind – is like the lake itself: generous to those who arrive with heart and respect.
