Montespluga

"Go there today," the woman in the café tells me. "You don't get many days like today." "No?" I ask her. "Not up the Spluga. You probably get about five clear days every summer, really clear days." I'd set off that morning, passport at the ready, with the intention of going up the border into … Continue reading Montespluga

Mountain refuge

Yesterday I was sitting in a mountain refuge with my oldest Italian friends. It's the thing I like doing best. Walking up a mountain, taking in the views of the said mountain and then sitting in a mountain refuge and eating mountain food. It was an early birthday celebration, a day with friends and their … Continue reading Mountain refuge