What do I dream? Long walks through sunny forests on pebble paths. Smelling roses. I’m living my dreams.
Guide book claim you just need to ask a villager for the keys to the church. The first villager I asked, the bartender, knew exactly whom to ask.
A welcomed day with no rain. Nature wasn’t without expression. Morning wind and chilly temperatures were the most extreme.
Who could resist the wonderful expressions on my three new Italian friends?
What to do with steady rain? Seek shelter in remote bars for café con leches.
Last year’s forest fire opened space for this year’s new face of nature.
Build to last with stone.
Winning combination. I’m a morning person strolling through a country at it’s best, the morning.
The one day 27.5km high route is described as spectacular, rocky path, no mud, and well marked; however, you must be totally self-sufficient as there is no water, no villages, and no food.
The low route can be done in two comfort days with 17.5 and 18km weaving between villages with lots of support and considerable mud.
As the sun was bright and the morning mist clearing, we took the high route. Climbing the views were truly spectacular. Once on the ridge, fog and misty rain dominate the high walk. The spectacular panorama was exchanged for quiet solitude above the tree line. Purple and White Heather dotted the fields. Perhaps the cows found the terrain too steep as they preferred eating lying rather than standing.
It was a full day of walking and worth the extra effort.
The one day 27.5km high route is described as spectacular, rocky path, no mud, and well marked; however, you must be totally self-sufficient as there is no water, no villages, and no food.
The low route can be done in two comfort days with 15 and 17.5km weaving between villages with lots of support and considerable mud.
As the sun was bright and the morning mist clearing, we took the high route. Climbing the views were truly spectacular. Once on the ridge, fog and misty rain dominate the high walk. The spectacular panorama was exchanged for quiet solitude above the tree line. Purple and white heather dotted the fields. Perhaps the cows found the terrain too steep as they preferred eating lying rather than standing.
It was a full day of walking and worth the extra effort.
Morning sun. Rain’s shroud lifting. Rich colors lasting but minutes.
Linda Scandore 