The drive from Milan to the Stelvio Pass was clear, crisp and generous: we were immersed into the boldest and most colorful landscapes. And nature – it didn’t disappoint, it went on by enriching with saturation its colours, mile after mile, all along the way. When colours got reduced in number, our destination welcomed us to the most glorious and shimmering, glimmering white: hello beautiful summer snow!
Being afraid of heights didn’t mute neither my curiosity nor my excitement for the whole ride, although I must admit I probably was *just* a little bit nervous while driving through the hairpin bends that brought us vertically towards new altitudes.
Catching the cableway was another exciting moment, and even if my instinct told me to close my eyes while ascending, the feeling of disconnection from the earth gave me some taste of adrenaline, both invigorating and restoring: so very much needed for me.
It was a matter of one wow after the other, and it was a matter of having my head full time turned to the right and to the left, watching the landscape in all its mountain-glory. All my mind could do was thinking that the overused “journey is the destination” cheesy sentence that I see on Pinterest way too many times was showing me its truth.
