When I first arrived in Abruzzo, about 25 years ago, a very wise and dear friend took me to Roccalascio on a dull November morning. It was cold and snowflakes started to fall when we walked through the ghost village. Nobody was there, except the two of us. The magic of the moment was so perfect that, from then on, for me Roccacalascio is THE PLACE where to be wildly and immensely happy.
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