Italy is like a sweet and endearing friend who always welcomes me back with open arms. The village of San Martino, Val di Mello, where we ventured for the outdoors and general disconnect from our German world, was nothing short of heaven. Stunning views, dramatic mountains and turquoise blue waters that made it feel like a dream I wished to not wake up from.
Ethereal turquoise color.
Ginseng Espresso from bar Kundaluna in San Martino, Val di Mello.
A rainy day called for some down time in a chill bohemian style bar in town. Café exploration happened in the form of a Ginseng Espresso. A state of Zen in a cup you can’t find in Deutschland. The local dried beef, Bresaola , was also a winner and a must to try while in this area.
Oscar, our doxie, had no problems taking it easy at the bar.
There is just something transcendental about wandering cobblestone streets and drinking pristine water from beautiful little fountains. How could there not be? This is perhaps my most revered detail of la dolce vita. Instead of looking for the next bottle of water from a market or filling one up with horrible tasting tap water, you always have access to pure water. Drinking from these fountains whenever I please is close to fairytale living. Good water is the basis for everything. Seems simple.
Now that we are back, I feel refreshed and am looking forward to my evening German language course again. Crazy, right? Oh dearest Germany, despite your cleanliness, well maintained landscape and orderliness, I believe it’s quite crucial to one’s wellbeing to venture down south for a break when possible, …Bis später!
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