
| Last time I climbed this beautiful mountain with Ernesto Dorigo, 67 years old, born under Monte Civetta roots ...
Once reached the summit (in less than 4 hours!!!) I heard a deaf sound. I turned myself and I saw Ernesto with a bottle of red wind and a cork in his hand, smiling. From his rucksac he took out a chunk of smoked speck, an excellent knife and he told me: "we have to drink and eat them all before leaving this summit".
Gatorade, what the hell is gatorade? |