Foroglio

There’s a village in Switzerland with this name, so of course I have to go there now! It looks cute. Uninhabited, no electricity, but it’s a stop on a well-known hiking trail. Maybe I can convince my hiking buddy to go this summer?

I found the village in a photo book at a friend’s house. It’s one of those coffee table books that you haul out for visitors while dinner is being prepared. It did the trick. We looked while she and her partner cooked. And now I want to go to Foroglio.

Last weekend was fun, relaxing. The weather was just bad enough that it would have sucked to do something in the mountains, so we didn’t. We had south winds bringing in rain, but in the mountain the main deal with that sort of weather system is just the wind. It was strong up in the summits, the sort to bowl you over. So we hunkered down, went for a walk in the city, did some shopping, playedcard games, slept in. It was lovely.