THE WOLF'S LAIR
There is a land out there extending among wooded valleys and wild highlands, where majestic mountains dominate,
like solemn towers in defense of a medieval stronghold.
There is a land out there still wild, where the predatory instinct satisfied survival, merging blood and soil.
There is a land out there whose harsh winters have made our ancestors stronger and stronger over the centuries, bent on sowing field and proud on the battle ones.
There is a land out there where traditions run one after another along paths traced by transhumance of livestock and migrations of people.
There is a land out there that preserve the semplicity of life, marked by ancient rhythms and genuine recipes.
There is a land out there that tells about its glories and its wounds, among the ruins of old settlements and the rediscovery of ancient villages.
There is a land out there that tells us where we came from and show us where to go.
There is a land out there that we carry inside.
Welcome to our motherland Abruzzo!