The Dolomites are spectacular. No camera can capture the three-dimensionality and depth of the mountain range. Forward. Back. Left. Right. Every where you look is breathtaking.
The air is thin and I am breathless. Even the athletes notice a big difference.
Also, being in the mountains means there is limited flat terrain. You either are walking up or down a hill. My knees are killing me. I feel the way I felt when I had all the weight on me again. Breathless, sore.
I settle into my room and decide to explore the town. It is a picturesque little village from out of a storybook. The coffee shop is called The Mozart Cafe. Lots of hot chocolate and croissants and tartes and other pastries. I avoid that and head to the bath shop where I buy a bar of Rance soap in a floral sent. I decide to use it everyday to feel good. It's a tiny splurge but keeps me from eating a chocolate croissant.
I walk back to my room. I have to cross the lobby, walk down a long hallway, walk up a half flight of stairs and then up three sets of stairs to get to my room.
I get in my room and I'm exhausted. I flop onto my bed and fall asleep before dinner.
No wonder these people look so good here. Between the mountain air and the exercise, they are fit and healthy.
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