Road trip in Europe 2017. The beauty of the mountain village of Italy turned my head.
Ah!!!
After the beauty of the Cortina di Ampezzo area, I decided to drive further along the Dolomites along the mountain roads. I also wanted to relax in a quiet, calm and beautiful village. The further I drove away from the main mountain resort of Italy, the more I wanted to stake out a place for a few days. Simply living in a small, possibly family-run hotel in the midst of local beauty. See how the inhabitants of the mountain plains live and how they live in such beauty. Take a closer look at the local beauties who grew up on quality food, drinking fresh milk. Maybe some kind of red-cheeked pinch for solid sides. At 80 kilometers from Cortina, I turned off the main road into a small village. I'm just tired of driving among beauty and staring around. Around the mountains and a dozen hotels. Lots of tourists. Cows grazed. Lots of greenery. There is beauty all around. Hotel prices hit me in the head stronger than a good Italian wine. Wow, I'm lucky! Among the beautiful houses there was a family hotel, where an elderly hostess showed me the price for a single spacious room with all amenities and a beautiful view from the window on the second floor for 32 euros. I just did not believe in this little miracle, plus a delicious breakfast. Of course, I stopped by her. Parked the car in front of his window in the shade of trees. Parking is free. As soon as I left the car, local dogs and tourists from all countries who had a rest here flew in. They heavily marked all the wheels of my car like it was dirty. There were more eruptions than water in a fire truck. Then I realized that these are German dogs, which are full here. Apparently they took revenge on me for the 1945 victory over fascism. Then the tourists stared at the numbers of my car, since the Russians had not yet come here. The hostess of the family hotel was very kind and attentive. It is a pity that she was 87 years old, otherwise I would have hit on her. I went for a walk around the village. Cows were grazing all around, and tourists were sitting in the cafe. I did not see a single good-quality milkmaid, only elderly residents. Young people went to Venice to work and live. I had to scratch the sides of one cow, which treated me with great distrust. Her eyes were filled, and her horns turned red. Nearby I saw a bull, which began to beat with its hooves on the ground. Then I realized that they didn’t like it, and gave up. In the following days, I just walked. There were young tourists, but they were very far from the beauty of Belarusians, Russians and Ukrainians. I think that the most beautiful girls are only Slavs! They have no equal in the world in beauty! How well I had a rest in this village with a delicious breakfast.
Beauty!! ! I want to live in such a village.
View from my room window.
Firewood for the winter.
My breakfasts.
My mistress. 
The business card of my hotel. Come here.
I was walking past and I got a candy for a child. It turned out to be a dog.
She barked at me, but I gave her candy. What a good dog.
