After two weeks off from the world without Internet, without the Italian news, in the silence of Val D'Ayas, and first among mountain bikers later, it's hard to go back to the muggy heat. I will take a while 'to catch up to read the post of Friends of the journal, in the meantime a bit' of photino (a few this year to the truth) for a few minutes to breathe air travelers.
Vonnes
Vonnes du Lac is a district of Chatel, the French town in Haute-Savoie, near the Swiss border (and thirty kilometers from Martigny) where we spent a week of pure relax ... well, 'apart from the run with the bike by Mauri and some tours entirely unexpected. 
Barry Fondation du Grand Saint Bernard
first surprise for myself, on a visit to Foundation for an exhibition of masks Hymalaya (bellissima!) we did not expect to find the St Bernard dogs, which usually in this period are already on the pass, and I did not expect to spend a lot of time petting Bernie (who knows me knows that the shortest distance between me and a dog usually is about twenty meters), I almost had to pry us by force. 
Gorges du Pont du Diable
Second surprise for myself, also called "the titanic undertaking of Fiona." I suffer from dizziness, my body refuses to accept the emptiness below me, I could not cross a rope bridge is missing if you pay me. Yet those Devil's Bridge Gorge were there who said, "Come, come" with voice by Emperor Palpatine. More than anything else I've spent the time duration of the trip to look at your feet while going down the stairs, holding firm to the railings, which does not: 1) step on their feet than before (we were in a row Indian);
2) listening to my blood pressure coming down more and more;
3) look down on deaf ears.
I did, and I've seen practically gorges in the picture, my eyes fixed on my feet or on the rocks at the side (green marble and pink) prevented me from enjoying to the bottom of this wonder of nature, but are "orgogliona" of myself for having dealt with one of my biggest fears, but let me repeat: P
Neufenen Pass
Saturday, upon returning, we wanted through Switzerland, along Italian roads less possible. And as if I suffer from vertigo, Mauri suffers in the tunnels, we enjoyed the last fresh as possible through the Neufenen Pass which connects the Swiss German and Italian. And the beautiful sunny day has rewarded us in the many miles more. 
now begin to catch up with the posts of the journal of my friends and I will take a little 'because it keeps me from being quest'afa for a long time at the computer, despite the penguin.
