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The Pill’s Fans Stories: a summer of restrictions in Liguria

By Silvia Lanfranchi

We get a lot of stories at The Pill and this year, taking full advantage of the value and potential of digital, we decided to give more space to our fans! Here is the first adventure of many that we want to share with you.

What can you invent during a summer of restrictions and uncertainties to escape a little from the four walls of home?
This is the question we asked ourselves a few hours before deciding to get in the car and leave, heading towards Liguria, Arenzano, the first town that presented itself to us, for those of us coming from Lecco, a few kilometers further north.

What mattered to us was to be able to unplug for more than a few hours and try to erase the memory of all the months of insecurities that had just passed.

Yes, but only sea?
This is the second question we asked ourselves.
A quick google search opened our eyes to Mount Argentea, right above Arenzano, why not?
At 5:00 we were driving to Liguria and at 8:30 we put our feet in the water for the first time in a long time. Wow
Until 6pm our routine was a vicious circle between buns, baths and some sunshine to invigorate the little balcony tan.

The summer sun was slow to go down and it was time for us to aim higher, before it got dark.
A quick change of clothes on the car seats and a small break to buy some pasta and, of course, pesto and we took the Faiallo Pass, almost the Big Sur of Liguria for us who come from the mountains.
19:05, the light began to color the sky a warm orange and urged us to start the climb. An hour later, at 8pm, we were there, between sea and mountains, literally.

“Until 6 p.m., our routine was a vicious cycle of buns, baths, and a little sunshine to reinvigorate what little balcony tan we had.

The summer sun was delaying its descent and it was time for us to aim higher, before it got dark.”

The eternally amazed gaze kept moving from one side to the other, to capture all the beauty we had in front of us. After months in which routine and everyday life had become almost suffocating, being there, at that moment, acquired an even more important, even more powerful value.

The stars and the lights of the port of Genoa, not far away, illuminated the sky in a way never seen before. We spent several hours with our noses turned up to the sky until, overcome by sleep, we hunkered down in our tent.

A few hours later, the light making its way through the zipper of the tent beckoned us to come out.
It seemed that the coffee couldn’t get any better, and that if the sky was still able to give us scenery like this, then what could we be afraid of?

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