Day 1 Lightning and thunder wake us up shortly after six and our thoughts immediately turn to raincoats and memories of a Verona - Vicenza under the universal deluge. Fortunately, at nine, the designated time for departure, we watch the sun shouldering the clouds and finding its daily space, allowing us to leave the raincoats at the bottom of our backpacks. We ride along the cycle path towards Romeno. A few uphill stretches accelerate our heartbeats, our eyes fill with the landscape that surrounds us, instilling confidence. The green of the meadows, made brilliant by the night's rain, could not be replicated even by the most fervent artificial intelligence. Once we arrive in Romeno, we storm the Conad supermarket like a swarm of locusts for today's lunch. Pizzas, bread, cold cuts and various drinks fill our backpacks, already full of good humor and laughter. We set off towards Salter, crossing endless rows of apple orchards waiting to give their juicy and crunchy fruit. In the shaded areas, there is still hail, which fell during the night's storm. Once we reach the small village, a gap in the vegetation offers us a beautiful view of One of today's destinations, the Coredo and Tavon lakes. We reach the small church dedicated to San Biagio, which brought back distant memories and it was exciting to discover that someone in the group had spent unforgettable summer camps in the Mantua diocese in those places. We leave Salter and dive into the descent that should take us to the Sanctuary of San Romedio. The apple orchards give way to steep meadows, which in turn are replaced by a thick forest, in which we find a fork in the road (if you notice, in a forest there is always a fork in the road that leads us to make a decision, as in life). Having taken the wrong direction (obviously), instead of going straight down towards the destination, the path, which is also very popular, goes around the sanctuary at altitude, until a steep and challenging descent, which finally allows us to reach San Romedio safe and sound. We have lunch, listen to the story of the Sanctuary from the voice of Brother Gianfranco and take all the time to visit the interior. The unexpectedly beautiful day leads us to not pay attention to the passage of time and while a handful of brave people attack the climb to see the lakes of Tavon and Coredo, someone enjoys the tranquility of the place, comfortably seated at the bar. The stretch that separates us from Sanzeno, the end of the first day of walking, we do it by passing through the ledge overlooking the rock face, but made safe by a sturdy fence. Having arrived at our destination ahead of schedule and ahead of the arrival of the bus that would have taken us to our hotel, someone decides to visit the Rhaetian museum, while someone else, taking a taxi, relaxes with a refreshing swim in the welcoming pool of the Rosa hotel. Day 2 We spend Sunday morning going to Fondo via the cycle path that runs alongside the SS43 and that in a few kilometres takes us to the centre of the town and to the entrance of the Rio Sass canyon walk. Impressive rock walls seem to want to guide us towards the centre of the earth. We follow the course of the Rio Sas torrent, accompanied by the murmur of its waters, crossing it several times on wooden bridges. An abandoned and decaying mill set in the rock is the backdrop to a spectacular image of times gone by. The path narrows and shows us the way to follow, entering a narrow opening on the side of a waterfall. We almost expect to see Axel and Hans (the real protagonists of Jules Verne's novel, Journey to the Centre of the Earth), emerge from behind a rock, returning to the open air after a long time.