lunch together today.
The pleasure of seeing friends overlaps with the hope of a few hours outdoors, that today has finally ceased to pour.
Waiting to collect my thoughts after a week of mountain, there's a banal story Sunday in the city and how it can transform into a small adventure.
Lucinico A (3 km from Gorizia), you can easily arrive by car, bicycle and even walking, all alternatives have already been tried. But today, after ground an average of ten kilometers per day last week, I need something more from home leave on foot and arrive at their destination via Monte Calvario.
It takes me a moment to realize that, after only one week of absence, in the city Spring is upon us: the camellias in Via del Poggio have buds about to burst and Jasmine S. Joseph is now touching a sign that we have entered the era of snowdrops, primroses and crocuses.
The Horn is swollen with rain and gurgles before diving nell'Isonzo; does not stink now, but brings with it subtle air of mud and snow.
Rags to keep the clouds and the blue light, but spring, there is nothing to be done.
In a matter of minutes arrive at Piedimonte and in the small farming town gathered around the church attack me smells: the smell of soup, which escapes through the open windows in anticipation of Sunday lunch, the scent of sap from the cuts of a vine pergola , smell of mold and mud from the shady corners.
The trail starts just above the church, beside a swollen stream of water that flows downstream, and climbs up the slippery rain forest of acacia trees and bushes. Still intense smell of damp earth and Wildlife Service, and then an explosion of hellebores next to a solitary votive chapel.
I'm far away from everything, in a surreal silence.
up the hill there are only supported recent footprints of deer and wild boar rooting, holly bushes and oak leaves rotting on the ground. When
top of the hill, the valley opens up and I do not know where I do not see the stone of Calvary, but I sense that I have to go straight to the south. The encounter with the road marks the return in the known world. From now on it will only drop and a path to the family vineyards and cultivated fields. The stream overflows and floods the street, with a sound that speaks of green and warmth, while the buzzards circling hopeful looking for a partner.
Today you can do without any thing that is needed is all in an hour and a half hours alone.
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