Cervinia is a memory that is part of our vent ' years, one of those places where when one is young "is organized snowboarders out port.
Even without wives, children and especially not without thoughts is part of the fray, the table unites us in a weekend on the snow, where, between laughter and rivers of beer, the fortification of those friendships that will last a lifetime. Are those
stories told to grandchildren in front of a fireplace in an evening of snow,
stories that are more to us than to them to remember the good old days. And when, in a longer pause than usual, the most attentive nephew asks: "Grandpa, why did you shining eyes?" We'll get up from the sofa and a broken voice would say: "Now to bed it's getting late" .
10 years have passed, it is true, we're all a bit 'more "old men", less hair, more belly,
athletic non-existent but the desire to stay together and have fun is such as that of the past. The proposal is one of those to be left in suspense, but a thousand doubts assail us
above all: "how do I tell my wife?"
Here comes to our rescue that little voice, after 30 years not know why but it is becoming more insistent as time passes it is she who makes all the decisions (together with your wife).
hour of dinner, the atmosphere is heavy, and now it is almost necessary to confirm, here that little voice starts to pound, "tell him now, now is the right time, a force that you can make it ..."
After watching the pot of soup for 10 minutes look up and quietly say: "My friends are planning a weekend in the snow, there's nothing sure yet (Editor's note: The hotel has already been booked and has already set the time of departure) and asked me if I wanted to participate, of course I told him I needed to see if I had other commitments ... "suddenly your wife
your voice heard in the background and a firm voice says," What are you talking about? "and you
As usual the answer: "No, I was talking to myself. ..." Damn ...
The voice will say everything with a text message when you'll be safe at the hotel in Cervinia ...
INCREDIBILE dopo un giro di e-mail di “solo” due mesi è fissata la data, prenotato l’Hotel e, udite udite, abbiamo trovato, grazie a Flemy, anche un furgone che ci permetterà di viaggiare tutti insieme. Il tranquillo week-end di paura sta per iniziare, Flemy, Laky, Macca, Max, Mossi, Surf e Toro
Partono per Cervinia, impostato il TOM TOM ci comunica che in 5 ore saremmo a Cervinia,
ottimo sono le 15.00 e alle 20.00 saremmo in hotel per la cena…MITTTTTICI…
Guardiamo il cielo e nuvoloni carichi di neve ci fanno ben sperare per il frescone del sabato. Il frescone lo troveremo ma non sabato mattina sulle piste di Cervinia ma Venerdì evening on the way to Milan.
The van, driven by Flemy masterfully, along State Road 36 without hesitation as a light snow begins to fall, the climate is that of a school trip, the laughs are with us for the trip until at Lecco, saw the worst of the time, from the back of the van Surf to swallow dry
all with a question: "Flem, you have chains?" we all look at with eyes wide and start looking under the seats, luckily close to Macca sees the pads under the right seat ... we are safe ...: chains and diapers what you ask for? now abundant snow falls, Flem not rise to the seat and his face to the 10 cm dal vetro lo sentiamo che prega sottovoce, intanto Max e Mossi, i due capomacchina, impostano e reimpostano il TOM TOM che inizia a dare segni di cedimento. Dietro Laki, Macca, Surf e Toro chiedono agli
autisti di fermarsi per espletare un bisogno fisiologico, non verranno ascoltati fino a Novara. A Civate una colonna di macchine ferme ci fa decidere di abbandonare la superstrada e, nonostante gli avvertimenti di “Tom”, giriamo a destra.
La neve ha già imbiancato le strade e si procede a rilento, colonne di macchine intasano tutte le strade obbligandoci a frequenti soste, non siamo dove siamo, il nostro amico Tom è andato in tilt e ci affidiamo al nostro sesto senso. AHIA…
's been 3 hours before departure and we are still wandering in Brianza, maybe you should call the hotel that we delay. At 8:00 we're stuck in traffic at the beginning of the motorway, the hunger pangs begin to be felt, but all agree we want to at least get out of traffic jams and stop at the first roadside restaurants.
At 22:00 we stop, we are near Novara, take bathrooms assault and head to the floor of the restaurant where we refreshed sandwiches and bread rolls, split
Cervinia Hotel and at 23.30 we are safe and sound but tired as mule ... we no longer have the physical. Saturday morning is a beautiful sunny day and after aver fatto un’abbondante colazione a basa di caffelatte, biscotti, prosciutto, formaggio e grappa (non dimenticate la grappa, ritornerà nella nostra storia e avrà un ruolo molto importante) ci si avvia agli impianti, purtroppo Lacky e Macca non hanno portato la tavola e ci aspetteranno in albergo. Il fogliettino per l’ordine della cena è sul tavolo e dopo aver scelto le portate
della sera lo lasciamo incustodito in balia di Macca che non si fa pregare a segnare “x” a destra e a manca, noi non lo possiamo più fermare siamo già sulle piste. Fatti gli Skipass, nonostante aver pianto in cinese per ottenere lo sconto ci rifilano il prezzo intero, andiamo all’ovovia dove Mossi per occupare un ovetto litiga con un maestro di sci della zona, lo portiamo via con la forza prima che arrivino alle mani…
Mentre saliamo studiamo il percorso per la discesa, il nostro obiettivo è di arrivare in stanza con la tavola scendendo per la “valascha”, intravediamo un percorso tra i boschi e ci prefiggiamo di seguirlo a fine giornata. All’arrivo dell’ovovia doppiamo scendere per prendere una seggiovia che ci porterà ad un’altra seggiovia dalla quale dovremmo scendere per prendere uno ski lift che ci porterà a una funivia che finalmente ci farà raggiungere Plateau Rosa…è più facile farlo che dirlo…prepariamo la tavola for the first
down, we try to establish all the attacks by giving standing to all show our balance, we manage with great effort, to abandon the idea when we will rely in the afternoon with the classic "culate" Snow acrobatic effort to avoid unnecessary . To blame the windy night of the ski lift is closed until early afternoon so we are forced to snowboarding on 2 tracks all morning, but snow is beautiful, wonderful day and wonderful company.
arrival at Plateau Rosa took the usual photos and go down to Cervinia on the other side of the tracks. Between one and VDMD and Trik Trak (not the table, but our bones) is one o'clock came and we decided to find a restaurant where refreshments. decide for a typical restaurant at the beginning of the track where there are abundant antipasto of salami and cheese accompanied by a wine that goes down like water.
After an hour we lay on the stairs of the restaurant for
group photo, the two tours offered by the restaurant owner vov give us the charge to leave. found the table we use as a sled to reach the gondola that will take us back to Plateau Rosa.
The day passes quickly, and spoke by phone Lacky Macca who are having lunch and we meet in Cervinia for the late afternoon at the hotel.
Last Ski-lift that takes us back on the slopes above the
Valtournenche from here down to the hotel, all careful not to mistake the deviation, and identifies the Max we enter the "Valasco" this time we do not need the TOM TOM and with a spectacular snow come down in front of the hotel exclusively follow our instincts ... ... MITTTTTICI We remove the suit and away, the pool is waiting for us. Sauna, turkish bath and a swim are good for our physically challenged and stretched from the slopes of Brail, but despite this the
fatigue does not seem to touch them and bursting with vitality from all pores ... it seems to be back in 10 years ago. In a hotel we will have a dinner of rabbit and pancakes ... we can not wait.
A big surprise came with scrambled eggs and bacon with peas chestnuts, a time bomb for our underwear, then the damage is done and we binged ordering an encore of lard who weigh a lot without our knowledge on our economies.
decide to settle the account and go to reception to pay, here in our great surprise we trimmed an extra € 170. We feel our cashiers Max, Mossi and Surf arguing heatedly with recepsionista that the order called the waiter, the assistant cook, the cook, the director and the director, noi osserviamo da lontano la disputa all’ultimo euro, la grappa e il bis di lardo ci sono costati un occhio della testa…
con il loro “charme” i cassieri riescono a recuperare qualcosa e dopo le maledizioni lanciata al cameriere ci avviamo al furgone. La serata continua a Cervinia dove girovagando per i bar assaggiamo la rinomata GROLLA, un mix di alcool con frutta che ci aiuta a combattere il freddo, passiamo in rassegna il centro alla ricerca disperata del coniglio bianco, una discoteca dove speriamo di trovare gente.
Imboscata in una viuzza parallela ci viene indicata da due P.R. che increduli ci rifilano le entrate; una volta sul posto il cassiere ci invita ad entrare. Con la coda dell’occhio we note that the track is empty and there is nobody there to offer free admission just to fill up a bit 'disco, are days that they do not see a human being all together and see 7 does not seem real, and distrust
we say that we will pass later.
conclude the evening wandering around the "distressing" Cervinia and after a half-empty beer in a bar we opt for the return to the hotel. is Sunday and we decided to do only one early morning to leave at 15.00, going up with the same cable car up to Valtournenche and from there go down to Cervinia, the first vdmd are felt and our legs, already sorely tried by the day first, begin to show signs of slowing down. Last episode in Rosa Plateau and then down to take the ski lift that will bring high
Valtournenche, from here we can enjoy the last run, now we know the road well off the track and the last leads us safe and sound in front of 'Hotel. take a shower and load everything into the van, we start and we aim to stop for a snack at the first roadside restaurants.
arrive at that Sondrio tired but happy to 20.00, an unforgettable weekend that we hope to repeat next year allowing wives ... ... MITTTTTICI
Text Angelo - Photo Community
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