Saturday, 09.06.2012

Sabato 9.6.2012

The next morning at about ten I flew up to the Soveltra hut in the helicopter with Arturo, Carla, handyman Corrado and his daughter Elisa. It is really exciting to fly in the helicopter, it was my third time. This time I was extra lucky because there were so many clouds, our pilot Didi had to go up higher and further to avoid them, so the flight was a lot longer than usual. And there I was again, at my beloved Soveltra, one week early, but it doesn’t matter, does it. It is such an incredibly beautiful place.

The beautiful Soveltra

The hut looks peaceful doesn’t it? But today it was buzzing with people and work. A new bench and table were being made and other work was on the agenda. Everyone is incredibly devoted to the hut, there is so much work and nobody is paid for what they are doing. Today everyone was helping to construct this new table and benches, building it from an old, huge Larice/Lärche ( I do not know the word for the tree in English), which was transported by helicopter as were all the other things we needed at the hut, including my backpack. 

Didi in his helicopter

The table and bench were not the only things that were being constructed, Corrado installed new glass roofs at both entrances of the hut, they were specially made and transported by Didi in the helicopter like all the other things.

Good job Corrado

While Corrado and his crew were working, Manuela and Co. were working away in the kitchen, preparing incredibly tasty food. You could not expect better food in a five-star restaurant or hotel, this is definitely a five-star or more mountain hut. Just see for yourself, Italians blush!

 Antipasti with white wine, then first course and main course with red wine and then pudding and so on. This evening it was Pizzoccheri ( I LOVE Pizzoccheri),

Pizzoccheri, GNAM GNAM

a sort of Tagliatelle pasta but made of “Buchweizen”, cut in short pieces, mixed with potatoes and green cabbage and lots of local cheese and garlic and sage fried in butter. Absolutely yummy. Then there was the “forresta nera”, which means “Black Forrest” and refers to the Black Forrest in Germany and a typical cake named after the region, with lots of cherries and cream and chocolate. At least the children here went completely nuts about this cake, which was not like the one we know in Germany, but similar. I wonder if they would like the original recipe.

"Foresta nera"