The next morning there was a question which way to go in Ticino. In the morning when paying for hotel rooms in reseption routinely asked where we were, where we head now and what we were going to go, we talked about their plans, trying to choose which of two passes: one well-known and loved already Grimselpass (2165), and the second Nufenenpass ( 2478). Mistress of the hotel agreed to both options, but to add that last longer and enjoy it so much faster. And really, how much you can ride the same roads … so was chosen Nufenenpass.
But still as the scenery looks the Swiss village … looking at these houses, constantly gnawing at children’s interest: what’s inside? Local people very kindly treated us and said that their village was built as long ago as the 17th century and was never restored. They probably were willing to talk much, but their level of English as our German allowed only to understand it.

Nufenenpass – uniquely-goal position, almost won the beauty of Grimsel. And yet here is what it is morning! In the daily hell of all this beauty has quickly become a dusty, faded and flat. Again came an irresistible urge to pass it on foot, to hear the new sound – drawn-out, humming and whistling, the wind raznosyaschiesya echoes. They started somewhere overhead in the rays of light grew strong and vital in the elastic movement of air. Feel the new smells … the sun, cloudless height, open space, the rapid flight – movement, as if eternally frozen over the mountains

After an hour and a half or two will end this heavenly pause, and we vedem in Canton Ticino.

Descended from the pass, then the tunnel …. Mystery … this is not Switzerland, not Switzerland. Here everything is different: the light, the mountains and the smells are even speak Italian. Struck by something else: how such a tiny country managed to fit in their own land so different in its essence of culture: a refined French, German rigorous and verified and sprightly Italian. It seemed that sooner or later this explosive mixture to explode Babel, but no … live … live happily ever after …. Thrive, sometimes without even knowing the language of the neighboring canton. And culture is different, the architecture, the people … even though about the people I hot.
In any country there are few places that are unique to her alone and are never to be confused than not. I have no purpose to enumerate the country with their business cards, but Val Verzasca is characterized by its rustic home and accommodations that are used for villas and phantom used to attract tourists. Both are good. In our time, the holders of good taste and country cottages is very popular rustic stil.Harakternaya feature is – an imitation of the surface of a natural material, which is characterized by heterogeneous natural paints, whether stone, wood, plaster or cloth. “The style is described as rustic, simple, and often crude, but in a simple wooden house, he is also relevant, as country music. Special expressiveness to give him pieces of furniture made of natural oshkurennyh and polished logs and poles, rough fabric texture, oven of unpainted brick, and so forth. ” In those ancient times, the poor man had no other way to build a house apart from the gneiss-like rock, which is fully complete in the surrounding mountains …. Luciano, owner of the hotel where we stayed, drew our attention to the narrow little windows, and explained that the tree In those ancient times it was very expensive and people tried to go without frames.