If You Go Down to the Woods
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I was looking forward to yet another chilled out day. I was woken up a little earlier than I wanted by my Italian friends visiting each other before they went to breakfast; I just think it isn’t in the Italian nature to be quiet, and bravo to them. I enjoyed yet another leisurely breakfast, in quiet solitude, with only the hostess and her granddaughter disturbing my tranquillity.
I got my things together and set off for a short walk in gorgeous, hazy sunshine. As I ambled along I could not fail to be struck by the lack of houses for sale here. I have not noticed a single ‘for sale’ sign during my stay here, or for that matter an estate agency, they must have all gone bust! I guess most chalets have been owned for many years by the same people. They were probably purchased or in most cases built at a very reasonable price and I would not like to hazard a guess at their value now, but I imagine it is quite a substantial sum. However it seems that nobody is in any rush to cash in their good fortune. Most chalets have a quaint charm and they are all built to individual tastes, so that no two chalets are alike. I am not so keen on the newer buildings which seem to lack the quirky charm of some of the others. They are almost all spotlessly clean, and extremely well maintained. The paintwork is pristine and I can only imagine that they repaint them annually, again it is a sign of the pride which they have in their homes and their town.
I was planning to see the Gran Puerta, which was signposted near the Seceda, but the initial sign was the only one, so I aimlessly wandered up a track until I reached a sign for Val Cafe d Anna. I recognised the name as I had skied past the scores of people sitting outside enjoying a drink and good company many times. I decided to wander on up to there, and passed a number of small weirs and one larger one that could possibly have been described as Gran Puerta, I can’t be sure, but I took a few photographs all the same.
I stopped along the way a few times, there was not any reason to rush and it turned out that even dawdling along it was only a short walk. I sat down and ordered a large Apfelschörle (apple juice and sparkling water) and a Germknödel mit vanilla sauce (Jam filled steam pudding and custard is my best description) and read my book in the sun for an hour or so. An extremely popular place though, with skiers and walkers stopping there for a break. The feathered guests are a little more colourful here, with a variety of finches. They display just as much character as their Bar Haiti based brethren though, hopping beneath the tables and benches helping themselves to what the paying guests cannot manage.
A few of the skiers that arrived were adorned in tinsel, I am wondering if this has something to do with the approaching Easter Festival this weekend. One of the skiers was an amputee, with only one leg, respect, it is tough enough in these conditions with two legs and he was the first of his party to arrive!
After awhile I dragged myself away and returned pretty much the way I had come. I picked up my skis from the depot and carted them up the hill to the digs. Packed them away and then time to chill for an hour, get a shower and change then head back into town for something to eat.
First stop Bar Haiti for an eiscaffe, and then up to the Bar Seceda, as I can get a wireless connection there and I also want to try another pasta dish off the menu. Ravioli with ham, and a glass of Teroldego, both of which were perfectly acceptable. It is obviously the quiet time of year as there are very few people in any of the bars at night, and generally walking around the streets, even at the weekend. Actually make that two glasses of wine, they should ensure a good night’s sleep at least!