2021-02-06

== 2021-02-06 == Lago di Ponte I organised a walk with my dad, my sister, Lorenzo and my niece. This time, we left the car at Lago di Ponte, toward the green slopes of the Tramazzo Valley. The path, smoothly climbing up the valley, reaches its edges, lately descending to the ancient Trebbana’s hermitage. Fixed with a rusty nail, a blue paper in the entrance shows Don Antonio’s telephone number. It’s there, available to anyone who has a need, while the doors of the building are permanently open. Without wondering, The inner hospitality of the territory revealed itself as a warm invitation to spend some time there.