I have not written for quite a while, and maybe someone missed my images and words. I ran, although not literally,\u00a0over the past few months.\u00a0When you travel and your life changes, often you do not realize how much you need certain things, like spending a portion of your time with your memories. Today I am hanging a sign outside the door:\u00a0we are open, come in! Come see what’s new!<\/i><\/p>\n
They tell us that Italy is falling apart, the world is ending, that there are only thieves around us, and that the ground trembles and factories are imploding. They yell at us that\u00a0despair is a value<\/i>.\u00a0 Void and pain happen, of course, and they cut your hands and deteriorate your heart.\u00a0\u00a0Pain modifies what you are. I don\u2019t buy it, though: I decided not to believe that life is completely terrible. When everything becomes dull, I go travelling. Sometimes, to smile again, a bike ride in my new city does the trick. Sometimes, however, I just travel to the Langhe region.<\/p>\n
Langhe is a region of Piedmont in the North West of Italy. In my imagination, they are a shell, set in the fireplace of the Castle of Serralunga, a shell that has spanned centuries and has climbed oceans to get there, to embellish the marble of that huge stove. They are the vineyards smiling at the Monviso mountain. They are the Barolo wine in Barolo, and the Barbaresco wine in Barbaresco. Langhe are the night of before the 15th\u00a0of August with the\u00a0masche<\/i>\u00a0of Sinio. They are the roads following the hill ridges, the snow visiting them in the winter months, the scent of white gold, of truffles, and hazelnuts. They are refuge chapels for pilgrims, castles, towers, and the coffee smell on the streets of Alba when the wind appears.<\/p>\n
They are the colours of Earth that, turning in tune with the seasons, walks besides the winemakers\u2019 dreams. They are the\u00a0Stanza delle Maschere<\/i>\u00a0at the Grinzane Cavour castle, and the vertical cemetery of Montelupo Albese. They are\u00a0la via del Sale,\u00a0<\/i>the\u00a0palazzo\u00a0<\/i>designed by\u00a0Juvarra<\/i>in Verduno, and the few houses of Novello.<\/p>\n
In Langhe you breathe Pavese\u2019s and Fenoglio\u2019s air, and you walk the Resistance paths. Langhe are ivy and sundials hanging on the walls. They are the Arneis wine, and tractors running in the fields, and\u00a0bagna cauda<\/i>\u00a0with thistles, and Castelmagno cheese. In my memories, Langhe are a rainbow dropped from the sky in front of La Morra.\u00a0I decided to believe in a life that is possible, and full of hope, good wine and powerful mountains.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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