Meander around in the Sudtirol
The Dolomites may not be the tallest summits in the Alps, but rather they’re ostensibly the most amazing: limestone pieces weathered into vertical cliffs, rising perpendicularly from a lush green valley floor. Set out on a sunny trek in their shadow and you’ll see a whole new face of Italy: Alpine glades covered with wildflowers and dotted with cattle, hovels serving as eateries and breweries, German-talking towns – a place looking more like Bavaria than Bologna. To see it at its best, hike the trails of Val di Funes – where the Odle mountains weigh down menacingly over the small church of Santa Maddelena – before driving south along superbly jiggling mountain passes to Val Gardena.
Race through the Amalfi Coast
For reasons unknown, Italy is considered as a place where even B-roads are overhyped and given the treatment as the likes of Silverstone and Nurburgring. This wrong pre-conceived notion draws away many driving freaks from the country, which is a shame taking into account the fact that Italy is a home to some of the best scenic drives of the world. The premier among them is Amalfi Coast drive- 35-mile long route along the coastal waters of Sorrento promontory, hose switchbacks and the dramatic cliffs on one side, can potentially lit up the F1 fantasies of the drivers. In transit you’ll pass green slopes ascending from a soothing ocean, angling towns and ancient monasteries dabbed high in the precipices. Begin in Salerno, halting by at the 11th-century church to supplicate for completion of safe journey. Traveling west, the windiest segments touch base after Amalfi – a residential area once home to a medieval empire.
See Venice at the Dawn
Something about staying in Venice instigates long, languorous lodgings. Maybe it’s the Adriatic air, perhaps it’s the sound of water lapping against the base of your resort. In any case, it implies that most guests to Italy’s most delightful city wake up strictly when its avenues are obstructed with visitors. Follow the footprints of the city’s cleaners/bin men and you won’t fall into such a trap. Consistently they push off in their cleaning vessels in the predawn light, voyaging through a vacant city which only few other are lucky enough to experience – a position of quiet and forsook piazzas and towers lit up in delicate morning light. To see the city the way municipality men do, set an uproarious wake up alarm and rise well before day break – in July dawn is around 5.40am. Start with the busiest traveler bottleneck – St Mark’s Square – deserted except apart few cleaners and maybe a few pigeons, then continue to the Rialto Bridge and potter through the old San Polo area, passing the Rialto market, where merchants and commuters would be coming soon to arrange for their living.
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