I’m Giulia Raffaelli, I’m a tour guide from Rapolano in the province of Siena and I love Mount Amiata.
It has been my mountain since I was little; from the first snow as a child when my parents took me there until summer when we went to look for the cool.
Since I can’t go to the Amiata at this time, I said to myself, I put myself next to the fireplace so it seems to be there.
The memory I want to share with you is summery (it was very hot, and therefore we were looking for refreshment) and not on the Amiata.
One day, with a group of friends we decided to go get some fresh air and have a picnic; we were at the beginning of the 2000s, I was still studying at university and in Siena, in the garden of the Lettere library in via Feravecchia, a group of friends of ‘mixed’ studies had formed between the history of art that I attended, anthropology and so on.
An anthropologist friend of mine wanted to go to Mount Labbro: I didn’t even know it existed at the time because I had always been to Amiata and I didn’t even know about Davide Lazzaretti, his epic story, his life and his death.
I was thunderstruck, this story struck me very much, I did some insights and a few years ago when I was always 5 days in summer to do some trekking on the Amiata I went to the Museum in Arcidosso and I deepened the history . It is a part of our memory that is often forgotten, recently thanks to Cristicchi it has bounced back to the national news but I wanted to remember it too here with you.
See you soon, I hope on the Amiata or in any case around to see beautiful places. Hi!
