Martedi 12.6.2012
It rained
all night and most of the day, only in the afternoon it stopped, but it was
quite cool, 15° in the afternoon and look at all that snow on Campo Tencia.
Without any sun it just stays there.
Normally,
if I hadn’t hurt myself, today I would have planned to go from Capanna
Piansecco to Capanna Cristallina, which is at 2575m. I have been there before
and know the way. But even if the weather hadn’t been as bad as it has been the
past days, it would have been most improbable to go up there for me. I
discussed it with Arturo when I was still on the ViaGottardo and he had talked
to the landlord of the Cristallina hut. The only option he offered was to start
at five in the morning and arrive at ten, because after that the snow becomes
soft and impossible to walk on even with crampons. I had already decided to
change plans when I tripped and hurt my foot. But now I realise I couldn’t have
done it and maybe I will have to change plans again, when I leave here in ten
days or so.
I slept
rather restlessly, had strange dreams about flying in the helicopter but rather
than being safely on the inside I had to hang on outside and was always worried
to fall off. Then I woke up very early with the dawn because something was going
for a walk on the roof, or in the roof, in any case just above me. That proves
that I may be the only human being around, but not the only thing alive. I had
another three encounters with the animal world today. First a marmot, a big fat
one, came right up to the house and peeped in. Of course, when I went out to
try to take a photo, it ran away. Then, when I went outside to get some wood,
the bin in which the squashed tins go squeaked and wobbled. I didn’t dare look
inside, too afraid that whatever it was it might jump out right in that moment
and give me a heart attack. I will not linger on the mouse that tried to get
back in and under the oven, but on one of the two major problems I faced today.
First, the SPIDER. I share my bathroom with it, and it has been there in the
shower tub since yesterday. I didn’t mention it yet, because I’m quite embarrassed
to admit that I didn’t have a shower because of it. I tried to make it go down
the drain with some water, but it always came back again (water resistant
spider?) and just insisted of occupying the tub. In the late afternoon I gathered
all my courage, got a glass and a piece of cardboard and actually succeeded in
capturing the hairy beast and throwing it outside without a panic attack or any
complications. I haven’t looked in the tub yet, though.
This is my
main working place, the kitchen. And the site of the second major problem. I
had been cleaning all morning and as I emptied the bucket to get fresh water for
about the hundredth time, all of a sudden the kitchen was flooded. Completely
flooded. Somehow the drain pipe had come loose and within seconds I was in ankle-deep
water. My first impulse, besides mopping it up, was to call Claudio, who lives
down in Prato Sornico and is the soul of the hut, but I couldn’t, the phone
wasn’t working. I have no idea what happened, but there is no connection. No
“campo” or “rete” as the Italians would say. So I got on my hands and knees and
tried to figure out what the problem was, and I managed to mend it, put the
pipe back together again, but I’m not too sure that I am on the safe side yet.
And I am a little nervous about the telephone. I have been completely cut off
from the world all day and still am. And I have absolutely NO idea what the
problem is. When I went to bed it was working. As far as I am concerned it
always works. I suppose Arturo has tried to call several times already (he
usually calls once a day to see if everything is ok), he may be worried too.
Well, sooner or later someone will show up, guests, maybe, or one of the team
to see if I am still alive.
It is not
raining for a change, the sky has cleared, it is painted in a pale blue with
pink streaks. Why isn’t the phone working? I’ve had a plate of pasta and am
sitting next to the fire again as usual. It will not be long before I go up to
my “guardiana’s room”, inspect the shower for spiders and go to bed. I should of
taken the kindle with me after all, but who would of expected that I would hurt
my foot? I can walk almost normally again now and I have no more pain, but I am
very careful with my movements and try not to take any risks.
This is
where I sleep:
Liebe Fiona,
ReplyDeleteund wir sitzen in Frankfurt auf dem Sofa und versuchen, uns so genau wie möglich vorzustellen, wie du zwischen Murmeltieren und Spinnen in dieser wunderbaren Landschaft lebst...da sage mal einer, dass dort nichts passiert!! Wir drücken dir also in mehrerlei Hinsicht die Daumen: Erstens natürlich für eine schnelle Heilung deines Knöchels, zweitens für das Ankommen möglichst vieler netter Gäste (bei der Minestrone...) und drittens für ungestörtes Duschen ;-)) ! Und von Berufs wegen noch eine kleine Randbemerkung: Mit Buch wäre es sicher n o c h schöner ...:-))
Salutoni Caro
Liebe Fiona,
ReplyDeletewir hier in der Grafik sind alle total begeistert von Deinem Blog. Die Fotos sind total schön. Hast Du denn auch ein schönes Dirndl zum Bedienen :))
Ganz herzliche Grüße aus dem 11. Stock von Allen aus der Mainzer Landstraße.
Hi Phone.
ReplyDeleteWow. Jetzt bist Du ja noch gar nicht lange unterwegs und hast doch schon so viel erlebt. Welch schöner Blog. Wir telefonieren.
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