“The next train is in 1 hour 40 minutes. You could drive” the nice lady in the window pronounced, just as we were about to pay our 26 euros. “We will” I replied, as we backed up and followed the signs for Milan. It was one of our best decisions. We climbed past 2,100 feet, in a field of golden trees (sparse – we were above the tree line) and moss/grass covered, knobby hills, normally covered with snow. The road is usually closed from October to May. The light was extraordinary, and we all looked yellow inside the car. Waterfalls broke over us, on a partially covered roadway. This was not a tunnel, but a fabulous alpine highway along the tops of the mountains. Views were magnificent. There were no more than 50 houses in 30 miles – all constructed completely of granite, with one or no windows, granite roofs. A “retreat” house sat, like a miniature, in an open field. I have never seen any place seemingly closer to heaven. I felt I had baby eyes, seeing such beauty for the first time. I hoped it would never end, and had that “be here now” sense. Of course, it had to end, passing by an old border crossing station. |
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