My bank account is getting pretty light. Despite quite a cheap way of traveling mostly based on volunteering and camping, I knew that the day would come when I would face, for the last time of this adventure, the excitement of thinking of the last place to visit. This day eventually came and I am now ending the preparations of this last trip that will begin in two days. The problem with this kind of journey

Some rain, then a thick fog now hide this lake I came to photograph for the third time: the first time was dark and bland, and the second was, despite the wonderful lights, without my camera — yes, I did forgot it! Is Lago di Carezza cursed? I stand resolute and wait, hoping an opening in this impenetrable mass of steam. The fog comes and goes, the lake is limpid and its reflection perfect. Slowly,