The summer air here is thick and warm; it feels as if it’s holding me by the shoulders while I stand at the edge of the village, looking at the wooden houses nestled in greenery. The mountains around have softened in appearance, their snowy caps almost gone, leaving only thin white lines in the highest crevices. Deep green fields, blue sky… This view takes my breath away and carries me into that state where I gaze at the Alps and marvel at their grandeur and beauty.
