On day two we ascended three times higher than the previous day on Alta Badia, and landed on what looked and felt like the moon. It was unreal, and such a total departure from the lush meadows and rolling hills of the mountains below. As I write this two weeks later, we’re still drunk off…
Previously unknown and unimagined by three of us (except for Adam who had placed the Dolomites at the top of his list of things to see in Europe), we were collectively FLOORED (like jaws on the ground) by the vast landscape of uniquely laudable mountains in every direction.
The first thing we noticed about the Alps is that everyone is using the hiking trails: we’ve seen numerous 3 year-olds scaling peaks with their parents and an endless string of 80 year-old couples have passed by us on trails above the treeline.
I’ve been thinking about favorite days in Europe now that we are almost half way through our trip. Here’s the little list I came up with:
No place can be understood from a single visit nor through a single book, but combining the two opens up the past in a way history alone often can’t.
We hopped off the train between Cinque Terre and Rome to spend an afternoon in Florence, the heart of Tuscany and the birthplace of the Renaissance.
I’m calling it. I might as well turn in my passport and ditch my travel scarf, this is the most beautiful place on earth.