January 15th, 2018
A quick visit.
On Thursday evening I landed in Venice to spend a long weekend with my family and some friends.
On Saturday, my dad had the idea of driving up to Recoaro Mille, a mountain site not too far from where my parents live, to get some fresh air and look at the snowy peaks.
It was a spontaneous decision, so at 11am we drove up, reaching the top within an hour.
From up there, you could look down at the town. Recoaro itself is where our mineral spring waters are produced, and my dad told me that it used to be a very popular and rich area – many years ago – that unfortunately didn’t manage to keep upgrading and developing, resulting in a very quiet, almost forgotten, yet beautiful town.
To connect the village to the ski resorts and facilities, there used to be a cableway, which my dad worked on, back in the day (my dad is a carpenter). This is now barely ever used, and when we were there, the whole area seemed abandoned.
The almost complete absence of snow – which melted away the past week, due to high temperatures of 20*C and sunny days – made this place look even more lonely: not a single person was there, other than the woman running a local restaurant, where we stopped by for lunch.
With our bellies full, we went for a quick tour, in which my parents explained to me how – when they were growing up – Recoaro was considered one of the finest mountain places, with luxurious hotels, stunning buildings, and incredible views.
Now you see lots of pretty houses, with ‘for sale’ signs attached to them.
Apparently, the small amount of people still living there, have no interest in bringing the town back to life: often, in Italy, you will find conservative people, that won’t allow changes to happen.
Although I too can appreciate the beauty of place for what it is, and drift away from wanting a change, seeing this beautiful place – that has so much potential – left untouched through the years if not by time itself, does bring a bit of sadness.
I may have gotten it all wrong, and maybe just visited in a low day; but in the past few years my dad brought me here 3 times, and with each trip, I could see it getting more and more deserted.
I do not live in this area, and growing up I never came here, so I don’t personally have anything to compare it to, but this is just the feeling I had.
Either way, I have been enjoying going up there – every once in a while – as it is really peaceful, and the cold mountain air is always refreshing.
I am now back in Brighton, sitting in the couch with a cold and painful sore throat. Unfortunately, it seems like there is a 50/50 chance every time I’m on an airport, that I will catch some illness.
This doesn’t feel too bad at the moment, so don’t worry about it, but I am a bit frustrated because I had planned and booked something really exciting for today and was forced to move it. Oh well – something to look forward to!
For now, I’m glad I got to spend a few days in Italy, as I didn’t get to see my family for Christmas.
I hope you are all well, and that your week had a nice start!