After a stop in Parma, hosted by my brother and his half, here we are in the place we dreamed of and longed for a whole year, that is exactly when we left last summer. In this place actually lies our true vacation idea: boundless nature to discover and enjoy with fatigue and slow rhythms that compete, mountains and peaks of years that look at you with the nonchalance typical of those who know, and most importantly, it has views, many more of us tiny ants busy and entangled each in their own illusory concerns and responsibilities.
And then men and women of different mold, intelligent and respectful, polite without being coy, sometimes seemingly rough but always careful to listen to and curious about.
And air. Pure oxygen from the lungs to fill an entire year.
So, here we are.