I spent days and days dreaming of unspoiled nature, watching the sunsets follow from my window and the sky tinged with beautiful colors.
I dreamed immense expanses of greenery, the mountains acting as sentinels and really breathing.
When the opportunity arose to experience Trentino during summer, thanks to the local tourism agency, I was immediately enthusiastic.
I had been there as a child and had memories of painted landscapes that brought to mind the illustrations of the fairy tales that my parents read to me before going to sleep.
On a fiery morning in mid-August we find ourselves catapulted to the station in Rome waiting for a train that would take us to Trento with about 4.30.Continue Reading