posted on Saturday, August 23, 2008

Mount Pasubio

During the latest visit to my parents in Italy I had the chance to spend two days on Mount Pasubio. Like going back in time, memories i thought by now faded were reborn as I walked in the familiar shapes of the rocky peaks, the colourful names of the mountain paths, the smells and 'il bivacco', the hut at over 2000 meters that my father has always been so much in love with. This, now as much as then, was the final destination, the well deserved rest place after a long walk. A place where a whole weekend or only a day would be spent with friends, eating, drinking and filling with laughter and voices the incredible silence. The hut is still very much in good conditions after it was restored and after many years it was nice to once again go there and remember all those days past.