Summer has begun
Without a doubt, summer has begun. Those who go to the sea and those looking for the coolness and peace of the mountain. Summer = sea and Winter = mountain. Stereotypes.
Who thinks that you should only go to the mountains in the snow ... who thinks that you should only go there when you can't breathe in the city ... Nonsense.
Of course in the mountains you are not forced to sleep with the window open, you are not forced to do the nightlife, you are not forced to take 10 showers a day, to sweat with your clothes on, to spray yourself with wickedness against mosquitoes and sand flies ...
In the mountains you sleep well and therefore you often give yourself the sight of a beautiful sunrise, you can walk under the shade of ancient trees, listen to the birds singing, smell the undergrowth, meet hares, roe deer (and wild boars) in the middle of the green, collect herbs and mushrooms, seeing a starry sky and now, a mantle of intermittent fireflies, which melt the deepest emotions even to the hardest of men ...
Climb Mount Labro, swept by the wind, sway on the top and sit on a stone to gaze at an infinite horizon. The thousand butterflies, the bees buzzing on the lavender, the dancing swallows in the pool to greet the sunset ...
The cool in the evening, like a sweater, and in the morning the soft warmth of the sun on the grass (have you ever tried to walk on the lawn with bare feet?)
Of course I'm talking about my personal mountain, my "personal" 1000 meters above sea level, where I live.Without a doubt, summer has begun. Those who go to the sea and those looking for the coolness and peace of the mountain. Summer = sea and Winter = mountain. Stereotypes.
Who thinks that you should only go to the mountains in the snow ... who thinks that you should only go there when you can't breathe in the city ... Nonsense.
Of course in the mountains you are not forced to sleep with the window open, you are not forced to do the nightlife, you are not forced to take 10 showers a day, to sweat with your clothes on, to spray yourself with wickedness against mosquitoes and sand flies ...
In the mountains you sleep well and therefore you often give yourself the sight of a beautiful sunrise, you can walk under the shade of ancient trees, listen to the birds singing, smell the undergrowth, meet hares, roe deer (and wild boars) in the middle of the green, collect herbs and mushrooms, seeing a starry sky and now, a mantle of intermittent fireflies, which melt the deepest emotions even to the hardest of men ...
Climb Mount Labro, swept by the wind, sway on the top and sit on a stone to gaze at an infinite horizon. The thousand butterflies, the bees buzzing on the lavender, the dancing swallows in the pool to greet the sunset ...
The cool in the evening, like a sweater, and in the morning the soft warmth of the sun on the grass (have you ever tried to walk on the lawn with bare feet?)
Of course I'm talking about my personal mountain, my "personal" 1000 meters above sea level, where I live.
Who thinks that you should only go to the mountains in the snow ... who thinks that you should only go there when you can't breathe in the city ... Nonsense.
Of course in the mountains you are not forced to sleep with the window open, you are not forced to do the nightlife, you are not forced to take 10 showers a day, to sweat with your clothes on, to spray yourself with wickedness against mosquitoes and sand flies ...
In the mountains you sleep well and therefore you often give yourself the sight of a beautiful sunrise, you can walk under the shade of ancient trees, listen to the birds singing, smell the undergrowth, meet hares, roe deer (and wild boars) in the middle of the green, collect herbs and mushrooms, seeing a starry sky and now, a mantle of intermittent fireflies, which melt the deepest emotions even to the hardest of men ...
Climb Mount Labro, swept by the wind, sway on the top and sit on a stone to gaze at an infinite horizon. The thousand butterflies, the bees buzzing on the lavender, the dancing swallows in the pool to greet the sunset ...
The cool in the evening, like a sweater, and in the morning the soft warmth of the sun on the grass (have you ever tried to walk on the lawn with bare feet?)
Of course I'm talking about my personal mountain, my "personal" 1000 meters above sea level, where I live.
