I've Been to the Mountains

Being publicly witnessable is something that's been tragically hard in the past weeks, if not months (that's why I ended up blogging about Sudoku), but I went out to the mountains yesterday. I admit it sounds like I did some kind of ascetic training and sat under a waterfall to meditate about mortal sorrows. Actually, I've been wanting to go for a while. I grew up on an island, but my family used to travel to the Alps every summer and spend a week hiking: even before I was able to walk on my legs, my dad carried me on a backpack carrier. It was a terrible torture at times, especially when I became a teenager and holidays with your parents always suck, but nowadays I'm quite fond of hiking, or at least the thought of it. I definitely don't do enough going outside, let alone hiking. This doesn't stop me from flexing to a very dear friend of mine who dreams of nature and mountains as much as I do, despite having very little experience. It's one of those things you often say "Yeah! Let's…