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In the third day's walk on the Abruzzo sheep tracks, you've already lost the sense of time and forget the smells of the city. The scent of the meadows is overwhelming, intoxicating. Trespassing xylem in Molise, you are greeted by yellow patches of gorse and purple on the seas, a fragrant fodder for animals that gives a delicious honey. Before you walked under acacia trees, lime trees and oaks, you smelled the flowers xylem of honeysuckle and recognized the most beautiful wild orchids along your path. The iris marsica, an intense blue-violet, is revealed behind a dry stone wall (photo below), the peaks still streaked with snow Park of Abruzzo are in the background. And then bushes valerian, burgundy, fragrant helichrysum, euphorbia, laburnum yet flowered.
June 5, Thursday A show are the willows that grow in the water of Lake Barrea, they have sown the birds. Deer like to live near the village of Villa, so no one bothers them. Will be approached for the photos (below), the males have horns majestic, xylem still covered with velvet. The small jump around to the mothers. We look suspicious, almost incredulous of our attention. Do not spend a lot of hikers here. Not meet anyone on the way the sheep tracks. Only wild horses grazing, sheep and goats. The stone with the cross Aragonese bright red (pictured above) has the date "1720": it signaled the border between one country and another, on the one hand Barrea, we just left, the other Alfedena, transformed from being carried by Roccaraso, so much so that we are talking about "alfedenizzazione" means the speculation which distorts the ancient villages. Sleep from Mario to "Lime", a b & b where the jams are homemade and the rooms are called "Oak", "Juniper", "Acacia" ... This is the land of truffles, discover the evening at the table, and also ' next day, in Molise, listening to the barking of dogs locked in cubicles hungry before being launched in the hunt for precious tubers. So I've seen him do in Piedmont, so I assume do here.
June 6, Friday The tratturo Castel di Sangro-Lucera passes by Montalto, the main street called Via Tratturo. A country that lived on trasumanze and which is now depopulated. The uico bar open only in the afternoon for those who come to play cards. The bartender lives upstairs, sees us and comes down to making coffee. Arriving xylem in California is like a step back in time. Women in head scarves tied back and wear long skirts, they remind me of those who came to sell vegetables in the square in Udine when I was a child. The on, used as animal fodder, is collected and moved into the shoulder (photo below).
Here the sheep track and 'indicated by signs, although not always easy to follow it. In some places you recognize its breadth, in none other than a path beset by thorny brambles. But the wonder is waiting for you at every step. There are steep climbs, other sweets. But rarely is on plane. Carovilli xylem is our point of arrival. We walked for hours without meeting xylem a soul (it says so) but this exuberant nature teeming with life.
We have lunch in a clearing while a herd of horses watching us (photo below), are here because there is an ancient source to quench their thirst. It will meet many along the way. We arrive at the end of the third day's walk between bushes rosehip. When the cattle track coincides with a paved road, our guide-pastor, Cesidio, is a more wild. So jump in the past is total. Just enter the countries brings us back to reality.
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