The news drifts through, fearful and frozen, from isolated villages in the mountains of Italy. I sit and watch on a device I can fit in the palm of my warm hand, in front of a fire in a well-lit room … at least there are no reports of casualties.
That was last night. Today is the news that a hotel in Abruzzo has been hit by an avalanche – 30 feared dead. A chill creeps down my spine … I read reports of the first, frantic, unheeded efforts to raise the alarm.
Festa preparations on the main route into Montelparo, Le Marche
A carpet of hilltop towns, patterned with crops and fields of faded sunflowers unrolled around every corner. Up and up the old car climbed, the oil hot and the passengers restless – we were nearly there.
This was Le Marche, all of it a discovery for us as we searched for the village of Montelparo and its new Hotel Leone.