Saturday, August 29, 2009

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It was a massacre. Not so much the scary heights or fear of dying, even though I had, and that surprised me the attachment to life (and the rock) that was able to rip, but for the hard work.
Fatigue us wicked and makes us worse than what we already are. To me in particular is breathtaking and the chance to speak. I went up the hill in silence, knowing that I was done with drums and a great desire to cry.
I started crying, I simply whine that I was tired and I could not. A litany of complaints and bad words, because the road was too much, I was cold, hunger, darkness was coming and I wanted my mother.
When we arrived at the shelter were 20.15. We were distraught and needed a shower. But no, we had dinner at once, because those mountain closed at 20.30 the kitchen. In the mountains do not mess around, have dinner at 19 as retired. We have put in front of a broth and a tablespoon and we, as good children, we sent it all down, though most did not even know how we were called.
When the blood has to circulate in our ricominiciato Cervellini fried, we were a little 'peace with the company. We have redesigned the appearance of the three deer, half way, we had left and moved abroad. We thought of the stairs that we had left behind, and that terrible climb, we had passed, albeit badly. We went to sleep serene. And we have not slept a wink.
At six o'clock we pulled up, ruined in body but in spirit pimpantissime. We brushed away a tasty breakfast of champions and we dealt with the glacier.
After an hour's walk in the snow we had gone a hundred yards, but was so pleased because we did not know that we waited another 8 hours of walking.
The rest of the time we tracorso in the most terrible despair.
We were distracted by the breathtaking scenery only despair, fear of falling below the glacier tumbles with the resulting wet ass, helicopters searching for missing climbers that we met and with whom solidarity mountain immediately snapped: "How missing? " "Well, half an hour" and was always half an hour to 2 hours, minimum.
arrival Strangely, there was no one to cheer: there was just a nice guy who gave us a passing car.
These are the numbers of rails, I immediately played the lottery:
25, as the kilometers in two days
16 as the 3 hour walk

77 as the three of us, like the legs of women, the ones that I no longer a week, since they are all a bruise and do not bend even if I ask please
305 and the number of the path
2580, as the height at which we stayed.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

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Tomorrow I'm going to do my first climbing on the Brenta Dolomites, to see if it is so easy to die in 35 years fell into a ravine: I suspect so. I left
told my mom not to take it with her friends that I bring us, if ill finish it, because it is not their fault if they are un'invornita.
adventure, this tour, is even more extreme: we get to 2400 meters, where he will make a cool dog, and spend the night in a shelter but forgotten by God not by men, with whom we will be sharing a dorm six in true mountain style.
How did I convince myself? If all goes well, the weekend we can rest your weary limbs, killing of polenta with fontina and reading. In fact, this last step must have been to convince me.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

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After my period 150, in which I could not read the books over 150 pages or risk the merger of the engine of the brain, have entered a new phase of my amazing life: the period country.
only music I listen to Bruce Springsteen, clapping to the rhythm of the banjo. Men's dress and my favorite shoes are hiking boots. For some time I meditate also buy a pair of blue jeans, a real girl-cow, as in the civilized female missing from my wardrobe.
are lonely and mysterious and do not let anyone drive my clio, which otherwise runaway.
Now I suppose I'm going to light a bonfire in the living room and spend the night chewing tobacco and spitting into the fire.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

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Day One - Depart intelligent
Abruzzo My adventure began with a "smart start" I got on the highway to 10.30 August 1. After an hour I was still in Bologna, after another hour I was in Imola and I came to suspect that you have fucked up. But it was too late.
At 14 I phoned to say that I came late to the appointment, and I put my heart in peace. Then the road is miraculously clean, 7 hours and I came to the net goal: when we say good luck. After
a short walk to the city, during which I walked with quiet and circumspect air studying my fellow travelers, we headed to the hotel that would have accommodated.
On the way I hoped to be in a room with a girl I had seen Amuchina slather your hands with gel, irrefutable sign that we share the same approach to the disgust and then we had an excellent chance of becoming best friends.
Unfortunately the rooms were already taken place, and so I ended up sleeping with two strangers and share with them, both long-haired, a shower with no curtain. I just planted a grain, asking the boss to give us a tent, but then, as they passed the days, I used to swim in that sea water and hair that was the post-shower and did not raise the issue more. The truth is that human beings, even the most persistent offenders like me, they fit just about anything.
the evening we are familiar with the local cuisine, and it was a really good time. Until the end of the holiday we drank Montepulciano d'Abruzzo and tasted all the wonderful dishes of meat and vegetables of the culinary tradition of Abruzzo.
care for the nutrition of all of us and who had different dietary needs (there were vegetarian and gluten) was one of the things that struck me most and that has characterized the hospitality of the organizers. According

Day - Waterfalls and forests
I remember especially the alarm, hard, to 7.20. I had my face worse, the 10-hour intercontinental flight. With great difficulty (I) we started the business of yoga and then off to breakfast.
The district is where we were romantically called "waterfalls and forests, the abundance of water. Our first excursion, therefore, was to a waterfall.
I had performance anxiety and anxiety bladders, because of new boots, a true mountain apprentice. But I had brought a special equipment for first aid for wounds, blisters, bites and various injuries.
I put the red cap on his head and I left. So
you expect me to tell you that I was trudging along, but no. The first release was soft, I sweat that I had to sweat, but I got to a decent goal: that is, with your legs under the table, since we came back for lunch.
In the evening we had a yoga session, where we made painful postures, designed to make us open at least one of the 7 chakras, everything is still sealed.

Day Three - Accident
the third day I hurt all over: legs, with the effort of the walk the day before, his arms to the exercises of yoga, belly, and voltage. I trudging
: cursed and beat the sun climbed the hill. I tried to hold on and I went on to head low as a mule, losing all the views.
Suddenly I heard a rustle in the bushes next to me and I saw a beast come out gray. The Hare, scared by a dog, instead of wriggling ran toward me I heard a log and was the sound of my leg against the hare. After filling out the form cid there we went to each his own way: myself with a bruise on her leg, her intact. From that moment, "the hare" has become a fantastic story and it became part of my personal mythology.

Day Four - Gran Sasso
The fourth day was planned the trip more important than the Gran Sasso. In fact it was raining.
We are still left, because in the mountains just a gust of wind to change the features on a day: in fact we were lucky. The weather was drive, windbreaker, there were nice and low gray clouds, but no rain. The trip was long and rewarding.
Meanwhile, the group began to know each other better and appreciate each other's company. Began to develop friendships born and preferences, sometimes you could see people hugging.
In the evening we had a yoga position that I was finally a ruined knee. Yet all the chakras closed.

Day Five - The call of the mountains
was to be the fifth day of rest, where I planted under a tree and did not want to read know anything about anyone.
Instead, even though his knee was hurting and I was tired and did not have the physical, my legs wanted to walk. So I let them go with the group for a short hike.
is taken in the evening a performance of tango, because the "Law of the tango," says that, among a group of people, there is always someone dancing the tango, and who, like me, keep stored in the car a few of dance shoes.

Day Six - The path of nettles
The tango of the night before I was cured of the knee (miracles of the dance) so I could show off my best physique du role for the excursion without me sympathize with unnecessary pain joints.
Again, the climb was tough and I did not have enough breath. My eyes were sweating, my nose was running and I wanted my mother.
Meanwhile, relations between the members of the group huddled, friendships are consolidated, it was left behind to tell the secrets and laughing (me, a lot, and almost always without reason).
arrival we waited a long path of nettles: that year were not doing well and the burning un'urticata reminded me of some walks in his youth and made the time I had pinched a jellyfish. They are a true champion of adventures. In the evening
chakras were still angry wound closed and a light melancholy at the thought of the week travel came to an end.

Day Seven - I had to go to walk
I went to the river and instead I should find the courage to do the last hike, 800 meters in altitude. Those who made it have spat blood and returned cooled or offended in some parts of the body.
In the evening, I said goodbye forever to yoga, that just is not for me.

Eighth Day - A
Before going home they gave us the bag of food, such as extreme act of caring.
Then everything went too fast, I have not had time to say goodbye for good, I forgot to ask for phone numbers and e-mail.
Maybe in my subconscious, I know that some people will meet again.
Maybe I know that this experience of nature and living together will lead me into new places, where I will meet other people and other mountains.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

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returning from a week of living and a way has always been confused and sad. is exactly how I feel.