Marta's Monterosa Blog

I am passionate about the Alps. They are my heart's home and the place where I would like to spend the last day of my life. I have been a tourist in the village of Champoluc in the Italian Monterosa for all my life and worked as a tourist operator in this area since more than 15 years.

I believe in respect for the special environment of this place that you can find only here. We all gain by enjoying its beauty, while trying to make a minimum impact at the same time. Leave it for our children in the future!

I believe in respect for people who live here with their traditions and culture, language, and work, their genuine products and delicious wines. They open their homes for us, tourists and meet us as their guests, if we are able to open our hearts for them. I have a friend who is a hotel owner and he says that when stressed people from the city come to his place, he tells them to sit down and take a drink before they even begin to worry if they have a room. Perhaps, we can bring a little of their kindness and calmness with us on our way back to the city.

My philosophy is to give back a little of what the mountains and the people from this place have given to me and to my family through my work, to communicate my philosophy and my passion to those who follow me on the blog, and in my trips as a tour operator.

If you would like to visit Champoluc, Gressoney, Alagna or other villages in the Aosta Valley, trek or ski in the Monterosa, discover Sardinia or other places we offer, contact us.

Witches in the Italian Riviera and in Monterosa

Posted: Nov 4, 2011
Categories: Blog
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It is Halloween or even better in Italy it is called ”The Dead”. It is the holiday when people are allowed to leave their jobs for a couple of days to go home and honor their dead ones. An old tradition, still living in the soul of many.

I was making my trip to check some new hotels and places in Italy for coming travels with my guests, and had totally forgotten about the celebration that was expected. Except for the fact that nearly everything this time reminded me of dead, witches and phantoms.


Already at my arrival in Sanremo I was surprised by the decadent atmosphere of this place, once in time a center for Europe’s jet set, now more the shadow of itself, due to insufficient care from the local institutions.


From Sanremo I went by car on a nearly 50 kilometers long curvy road up to Triora (780 m) the ”Village of the Witches”, called like this after a very famous trial against witches in the 1600th Century. The incredibly small streets of this village leave no space to light to get in through the walls, and make a visit a scary thing for sure.


Well, at least it was really expected, and it is after all Halloween. And I started to get trigged by the feeling of magic all around. I have something inside calling……

Back to the coast, my next stop was Noli, one of the selfsufficient Repubbliche Marinare in the Middle Age. Now it is a small tourist resort in a magic place on the Riviera. Here there have been human being living since 300 thousands of years, and above Noli there is the Manie Highlands with some of the oldest caves to visit. Again kind of mixture between magic and spooky.


More than this, I went to visit an ancient monastery that today houses Hotel Palazzo Vescovile and its restaurant Vescovado, with one Michelin star. Each room here has been inhabited by a bishop in the past. Their spirits still float around here, I am sure.


At the end my trip took me to my favorite mountains and Champoluc, where I sit and write right now. Well, it is hot and sunny but something is like suspended in the air. And I am growing more and more weird thinking about all the legends of Devils and Wood Spirits in the Aosta Valley.


Trekking this time of the year is special, because you must consider that days are shorter than it uses to be in summertime. No time to waste. Wonder and magic follow me everywhere on the silent trail, starting with the incredible colors of fall on the lark trees, ending with the pink clouds at sunset, over a burned landscape on its way to winter rest.The Dead and the Alive is here and now.

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