Ready for departure 
Roberto's that lends itself to a picture behind a beautiful view 
Finally we arrived at the shelter, hungry and a little tired For the moment I put there will be others but these photos. Until next time!
Monday, June 28, 2010
Monica Roccaforte Forums
June 27 TRAVEL TO CAESAR HUT BENIGNI 2222 MT
Ready for departure
Roberto's that lends itself to a picture behind a beautiful view
Finally we arrived at the shelter, hungry and a little tired
Ready for departure Roberto's that lends itself to a picture behind a beautiful view Finally we arrived at the shelter, hungry and a little tired 
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Cyote Snare Wisconsin
Added
For us we are going to walk in the mountains, the weather is important. So I decided to put it in the blog available to all, you can click on your region to see the detailed weather. We hope to come out a little too much sun because this rain is not good walkers.
For us we are going to walk in the mountains, the weather is important. So I decided to put it in the blog available to all, you can click on your region to see the detailed weather. We hope to come out a little too much sun because this rain is not good walkers.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Catering Plastic Tablecloths
What do I think? I wondered
At this time I find myself thinking what?
Reflection Laura Denu, which is located at:
http://lauradenu-lauradenu.blogspot.com/2010/06/le-ferite-e-la-riconciliazione.html
has placed me in front of a question that, on balance, I thought I already adequately addressed. The issue of reconciliation, I had already reviewed by the theological point of view and from a personal perspective, I had already tried some correlations, but the text of Laura called me back with force to rethink and, therefore, to review. This is the beauty of the dialogue that eludes many, the beautiful can challenge ourselves with the issues that we have already established.
reconciled with whom? With what? Here's what Laura puts a new perspective, namely the reconciliation born and is produced by the fact that you have wounds, wounds that claim to be healed, that claim to be more intrusive in our lives.
We have established and, in some way, they also set aside our wounds, hide them or because you no longer see clearly and honestly addressed the "who" has produced! Perhaps we have got to not have to give so much weight that it produced those wounds, but in fact not we care, we have not healed, we have healed our wounds, which regurgitated at every opportunity. Are those ghosts that is behind us and changes seen in front of us without warning, without a logical justification, which will reopen suddenly bringing to surface the same pains, the same feelings.
It is thought to have overcome the issue of having resolved that it had sufficient motivation to move on, but it is not so! In fact, as you can ESSECI dates motivations, explanations and so on, the wound was left open, and that means quite simply that there was no reconciliation. Yes, because what is essential is to understand that reconciliation is not with "other", but with ourselves *!
Who wound me, who I have offended, who has devastated my life, who has always prevented me to be, as has been the person or people who have caused the injury, not injury. But what hurts me, it hurts today, is the wound that remained open, which is producing pain, and the one that claims to be cured, healed, healed.
And I think to myself, I think I have healed many wounds, how much reconciliation I have worked on myself. I think my pain, my fear, my deep sense of failure, my feeling a "King Midas in reverse", and its index in the real ho ancora ferite profonde che non ho curato, che ho voluto, tentato di dimenticare.
Una giornalista con inistenza mi chiedeva se io avevo perdonato chi mi aveva devastato l'esistenza. Cosa avevo da perdonargli? La mia esistenza era stata messa nelle mani di penne senza scrupoli, di personaggi indecenti che per soddisfare i loro pruriti o quelli dei loro presunti lettori né avevano fatto scempio. Chi mi aveva ferita, chi mi aveva oltraggiata non era certo quell'individuo che, malato, aveva fatto le sue nefandezze! No! La ferita mi era stata inferta da altri soggetti, mi era stata inferta dalle istituzioni dello Stato, quelle istituzioni che io avevo onorato e servito nella mia dimensione di cittadina libera e tesa ad essere consapevole. Alcune istituzioni state, the ecclesiastical structures of a reality, the vulgar activities of those who write in newspapers and television is not the least of professionalism and professional ethics, they hurt and I was outraged!
They are the cause of my pain, my fear, my deep sense of failure, my feeling of a "King Midas in reverse! But they are only the cause, not hurt! And I have to look good in my face wound and stop being distracted by those who inflicted it to me. All of them, anyway, serve anyone and anything!
My wound is there, and that with which I must deal really! But I do with this injury I have to "reconcile", I must not fall nella trappola della "giustificazione", poiché non sono giustificabile né io né loro!
Si, io non sono giustificabile, poiché ho creduto - e credo - che un mondo migliore sia possibile, e ho creduto - e credo - che ci sia il diritto per ogni persona di avere una possibilità reale. Dovrei forse giustificare questo che credo? No! Non ci penso proprio a dover trovare giustificazioni a ciò che credo, per quanto queste mi abbiano esposta e continuino ad espormi. Ed ogni volta che mi espongo e mi rendo bersaglio, nella mia più piena consapevolezza di quanto sto facendo, diventerebbe assolutamente ridicolo che io trovassi pure l'onta, verso le ferite che mi procuro, di dare delle giustificazioni. Ed è proprio per questo I believe that, at the same time, I can not find any justification to those people, none of those people who represented the state institutions that represented the average, which represented the size of the Church! This
my injury is too serious for me because I insult with excuses! But all my wound is serious, and none of those I've insulted with the justifications for this are healed, so have become decorations in honor.
But the wound that I still open my pain, and as far as I know deeply sapppia and what size it produces, which puts it way deep into history, it gives me more pain, because my wound has the precise names, and that's why always reappears and does not heal. My wound is called abandonment, disloyalty is called, is called prejudice, pettiness Chama, is called opportunism.
I could say that this is the "legion" that torments me, that torment that is still waiting for someone to set me free! 
At this time I find myself thinking what?
Reflection Laura Denu, which is located at:
http://lauradenu-lauradenu.blogspot.com/2010/06/le-ferite-e-la-riconciliazione.html
has placed me in front of a question that, on balance, I thought I already adequately addressed. The issue of reconciliation, I had already reviewed by the theological point of view and from a personal perspective, I had already tried some correlations, but the text of Laura called me back with force to rethink and, therefore, to review. This is the beauty of the dialogue that eludes many, the beautiful can challenge ourselves with the issues that we have already established.
reconciled with whom? With what? Here's what Laura puts a new perspective, namely the reconciliation born and is produced by the fact that you have wounds, wounds that claim to be healed, that claim to be more intrusive in our lives.
We have established and, in some way, they also set aside our wounds, hide them or because you no longer see clearly and honestly addressed the "who" has produced! Perhaps we have got to not have to give so much weight that it produced those wounds, but in fact not we care, we have not healed, we have healed our wounds, which regurgitated at every opportunity. Are those ghosts that is behind us and changes seen in front of us without warning, without a logical justification, which will reopen suddenly bringing to surface the same pains, the same feelings.
It is thought to have overcome the issue of having resolved that it had sufficient motivation to move on, but it is not so! In fact, as you can ESSECI dates motivations, explanations and so on, the wound was left open, and that means quite simply that there was no reconciliation. Yes, because what is essential is to understand that reconciliation is not with "other", but with ourselves *!
Who wound me, who I have offended, who has devastated my life, who has always prevented me to be, as has been the person or people who have caused the injury, not injury. But what hurts me, it hurts today, is the wound that remained open, which is producing pain, and the one that claims to be cured, healed, healed.
And I think to myself, I think I have healed many wounds, how much reconciliation I have worked on myself. I think my pain, my fear, my deep sense of failure, my feeling a "King Midas in reverse", and its index in the real ho ancora ferite profonde che non ho curato, che ho voluto, tentato di dimenticare.
Una giornalista con inistenza mi chiedeva se io avevo perdonato chi mi aveva devastato l'esistenza. Cosa avevo da perdonargli? La mia esistenza era stata messa nelle mani di penne senza scrupoli, di personaggi indecenti che per soddisfare i loro pruriti o quelli dei loro presunti lettori né avevano fatto scempio. Chi mi aveva ferita, chi mi aveva oltraggiata non era certo quell'individuo che, malato, aveva fatto le sue nefandezze! No! La ferita mi era stata inferta da altri soggetti, mi era stata inferta dalle istituzioni dello Stato, quelle istituzioni che io avevo onorato e servito nella mia dimensione di cittadina libera e tesa ad essere consapevole. Alcune istituzioni state, the ecclesiastical structures of a reality, the vulgar activities of those who write in newspapers and television is not the least of professionalism and professional ethics, they hurt and I was outraged!
They are the cause of my pain, my fear, my deep sense of failure, my feeling of a "King Midas in reverse! But they are only the cause, not hurt! And I have to look good in my face wound and stop being distracted by those who inflicted it to me. All of them, anyway, serve anyone and anything!
My wound is there, and that with which I must deal really! But I do with this injury I have to "reconcile", I must not fall nella trappola della "giustificazione", poiché non sono giustificabile né io né loro!
Si, io non sono giustificabile, poiché ho creduto - e credo - che un mondo migliore sia possibile, e ho creduto - e credo - che ci sia il diritto per ogni persona di avere una possibilità reale. Dovrei forse giustificare questo che credo? No! Non ci penso proprio a dover trovare giustificazioni a ciò che credo, per quanto queste mi abbiano esposta e continuino ad espormi. Ed ogni volta che mi espongo e mi rendo bersaglio, nella mia più piena consapevolezza di quanto sto facendo, diventerebbe assolutamente ridicolo che io trovassi pure l'onta, verso le ferite che mi procuro, di dare delle giustificazioni. Ed è proprio per questo I believe that, at the same time, I can not find any justification to those people, none of those people who represented the state institutions that represented the average, which represented the size of the Church! This
my injury is too serious for me because I insult with excuses! But all my wound is serious, and none of those I've insulted with the justifications for this are healed, so have become decorations in honor.
But the wound that I still open my pain, and as far as I know deeply sapppia and what size it produces, which puts it way deep into history, it gives me more pain, because my wound has the precise names, and that's why always reappears and does not heal. My wound is called abandonment, disloyalty is called, is called prejudice, pettiness Chama, is called opportunism.
I could say that this is the "legion" that torments me, that torment that is still waiting for someone to set me free!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
London, Paris, And Rome?
weather Saturday 29 and Sunday, May 30 There
Five members of the GEAR gathered at the station of Lecco, in order to start a new adventure.
In these two days waiting for us: the Resegone Lecco 1875 mt.
Reached in a bus station in the valley leading to the Plans' Erna 1291 meters, we resign ourselves to our large backpacks and set off to reach the Rifugio Antonio Stoppani 890 mt in the late afternoon, performing a loop along the small valley Comer.
We have lunch in the area of \u200b\u200bCampo dei Boi 692 meters, a very beautiful and exciting;
seems incredible that just a few steps away from a big city like Lecco, there are meadows, huts and small villages that lie in harmony with the 'environment of this mountain.
In the afternoon we made a stop at the refuge, welcomed us there 's friend Nicholas, with his sympathy with the' good food that can be enjoyed at the refuge.
recommend that everyone go to lunch or spend the night in this shelter, despite its small share,
is a good point 'support for all excursions in the group of Resegone.
The next day, a bit discouraged by threatening clouds, with a 'hour and a half late we have also begun the climb to Punta Cermenati, through the Plans' Erna and turning back to Resegone, bypassing the narrow pitch Giuffa 1531 mt. When we realized that the time was recovering at the beautiful, with good pride to continue our goal, then at 13:30 we reached the hut Azzoni 1860 meters, and then with a last effort, the main peak of Resegone.
group photo and off to lunch!
Given the wind and the little sun we decided to put your legs under the table in the warm shelter, enjoying a nice plate of cold cuts and cheese, a delicacy for hungry wolves as we do ..
The descent along the path one has been more challenging but also more fascinating, in a dolomite that the high walls of this mountain creating our eyes. Like the others, even more people deserved this trip,
trakking invite all fans to participate in our rides, join the rest of the group
does not cost anything.
As I always say:
VI ASPATTIAMO MANY!
Caira Luigi
Five members of the GEAR gathered at the station of Lecco, in order to start a new adventure.
In these two days waiting for us: the Resegone Lecco 1875 mt.
Reached in a bus station in the valley leading to the Plans' Erna 1291 meters, we resign ourselves to our large backpacks and set off to reach the Rifugio Antonio Stoppani 890 mt in the late afternoon, performing a loop along the small valley Comer.
We have lunch in the area of \u200b\u200bCampo dei Boi 692 meters, a very beautiful and exciting;
seems incredible that just a few steps away from a big city like Lecco, there are meadows, huts and small villages that lie in harmony with the 'environment of this mountain.
In the afternoon we made a stop at the refuge, welcomed us there 's friend Nicholas, with his sympathy with the' good food that can be enjoyed at the refuge.
recommend that everyone go to lunch or spend the night in this shelter, despite its small share,
is a good point 'support for all excursions in the group of Resegone.
The next day, a bit discouraged by threatening clouds, with a 'hour and a half late we have also begun the climb to Punta Cermenati, through the Plans' Erna and turning back to Resegone, bypassing the narrow pitch Giuffa 1531 mt. When we realized that the time was recovering at the beautiful, with good pride to continue our goal, then at 13:30 we reached the hut Azzoni 1860 meters, and then with a last effort, the main peak of Resegone.
group photo and off to lunch!
Given the wind and the little sun we decided to put your legs under the table in the warm shelter, enjoying a nice plate of cold cuts and cheese, a delicacy for hungry wolves as we do ..
The descent along the path one has been more challenging but also more fascinating, in a dolomite that the high walls of this mountain creating our eyes. Like the others, even more people deserved this trip,
trakking invite all fans to participate in our rides, join the rest of the group
does not cost anything.
As I always say:
VI ASPATTIAMO MANY!
Caira Luigi
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