Today’s Big Plan was to get out of the apartment before nightfall and take a hike around [[Colletta]]. There are walking trails all through the hills, with helpful maps and directional signs, so it seemed like a doable activity for a hikeophobe like me.
Man, is it ever beautiful around here! I headed down the hill from the village proper and crossed over the river on a stone bridge:
The trail looped around and back up the other side of the valley, across the river from the village. Once I got to the highest point of the trail, the views got really amazing:
From there I continued up the valley, gradually heading back down towards the road, where I encountered another stone bridge:
…and some views of Colletta from the bottom up:
The trail varied from well-groomed and almost flat to grass-covered and steep, and the degree of hill-climbing involved saw me just grazing up against my “fitness level” (such as it is). But it was good to get out and see some of the countryside and get a sense of the “neighbourhood.” If I can keep this up every day I will return home with much stronger knees if nothing else.
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Is there anyone else there?
Is there anyone else there? So far, I have not detected any evidence of other humans being present. It’s like The Shining! Careful… all work and no fun makes Peter a dull boy.
You’re living in the Shire!
You’re living in the Shire!
The Shire has other people.
The Shire has other people.
There are scant few people
There are scant few people around, and that’s why you don’t see them in my photos. I *did* pass a man cutting the lawn on the terraces during my hike, and I said Buon Giorno to two groups of people on the road back to the village. I passed an interesting group of men running a portable sawmill, but I was afraid if I said hello to them they might accidentally cut someone’s arm off. The olive harvest starts Friday, and with it comes promises of “many people.”
It looks very nice.
It looks very nice.
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