On a somber Saturday morning, before the early rise of our neighbors, we drove out of Munich. The city didn’t quite stir as we made out exit onto the open highway. We rolled along quiet Bavarian countryside and as the distance increased, weather improved. Advancing deep into the Austrian Alps to the west, we crossed the border into the sierras of Northern Italy. By then the sun was high in the sky – sometimes hidden behind rigid peaks and at times haloed, making the great mountains seem like angels standing by in a row.
At a dizzying pace we traveled, visited and rested at traditional inns and country farms. Snaking our way southwards stopping by great Roman cities and ancient ruins, taking a break under Juliet’s balcony; we melted into the antiquity of the surroundings. Days later, like drained out gypsies, we arrived at the doorsteps of Tuscany and from here, made a slow approach into the backyard of this timeless region.
Munich – Brixen – Funes Valley – Bolzano – Lake Garda – Verona – Mantova – Bologna – Tuscany.