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.
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