The way of the gods

The way of the gods

Bologna – Florence 2019
Sitting in a pub drinking beer on a Friday evening at the end of August, a friend of mine and I were there talking about trekking in communities that tend to be numerous.
The last experience was with a trekking path with 15 people. Maybe too many. Each with its own pace, each with its own rhythms and difficultiesof any kind. So we thought: “why not go up to four people.” This time, however, we chose The Way of the Gods.
The experience indicated will be of a few words as walking and fatigue did not allow great stops. The tiredness arrived in the evening repaid the efforts but did not give space to write as much if not sleep. A small travel diary between valleys, immense expanses, ruins, greenery, historic buildings and a few photographic and mental shots, which bring back to that of a most beautiful experience ever lived.
The Via degli Dei is one of the most fascinating paths in Italy. Let’s talk about the stretch that goes from Bologna to Florence, passing through the Tuscan-Emilian Apennines.
We put ourselves there, in preparation for a walk that would make us leave with a mind and return free.
We had studied all the points down to the last details, the last sources marked on the way, some deviations from the route to visit some interesting sites; Military Flaminia, the Germanic cemetery, the partisan memorials and the German bunkers of the Gothic line.
So we started the journey with our backpacks, our tents, supplies for a week, spare parts and the awareness of the many difficulties that we would encounter.
On Day 1 we started the walk from Bologna to Mount Adone, on whose summit we spent the first night.

On Day 1 we started the walk from Bologna to Mount Adone, on whose summit we spent the first night.
It was a dry and airy night. Unlike the morning so hot that it has already given us a hard time.
On Day 2 we started my climb which took us to about 1000 m.s.l.m. The day continued and the views were so immense and they accompanied us to Madonna dei Fornelli.
We arrived on Day 3 already tired and exhausted with a great desire to give up halfway. On the third day we continued to climb up to 1200 m.s.l.m. then go down to the Futa pass where you can place the tent again to spend and rest during the third night.
We were halfway through our walk. Luckily, a crisis between the four of us with characters so different and so combative that they always give us strength even in difficult moments such as that of a six-day walk.
On Day 4 we continued the relentless descent to the town of San Piero in Sieve, where we made some supplies. Too bad we were in September and not October. Every Sunday in October San Piero organizes the brown festival.
Excellent to be there in September as the weather and temperature allowed the path made by our group.
When the supplies were finished, we continued on our way.
On Day 5 we went up to 800 m above sea level and then reached the convent of Monte Senario; here we sought hospitality from the friars. Luckily we called immediately after deciding to take the path. We managed to obtain hospitality by calling Fra ’Maurizio.

Long corridors, sacred figures in every corner, silence, reflection, prayer for the faithful. Warm colors that cuddled you in an embrace muffled by what was the house where they hosted us.
We arrived on Day 6. We were laden with silent sleep, almost mystical at the convent. The last descent, for us with pride after so much hope of arriving as soon as possible and chasing away the desire to give up everything thinking we have done a big stupid-age. The last descent that led us first to Fiesole, known for the many archaeological sites in a small town.
We continued the descent to arrive thus in Florence. The always beautiful Florence. Arrived, tired and exhausted, we spent the night in a very simple b & b to rest after the last part of the walk so much fought.
On day 7, returning to civilization, we walk through the most unknown streets of Florence to discover the less common glimpses. Arriving in the evening, late in the evening when the whole city was asleep, we crossed the Ponte Vecchio with all the shops closed and the silence that had now taken over.
The next morning we returned to Bologna with a regional train taken directly from the Santa Maria Novella station.
How strange to retrace the train journey backwards in a few hours and to realize the effort made for a path crossed on foot for an entire week.A unique, exciting, unforgettable experience; definitely to be undertaken with strong, willing and known people.
There are many destabilizing moments that lead you to the desolation, fatigue and suffering that turns into so much strength and desire to live and move forward thanks to the group that supports you and that supports each other to continue and get to the point of arrival.
I recommend this beautiful route to everyone. Immersed in nature where you realize that everything else does not count if not the strength of itself in all respects.

Madia Lanza

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