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Rick Steves: Lounging in Italy鈥檚 Alps, the Dolomites

Leaning back in my lounge chair, I enjoy the heat of the sun on my skin. A vibrant sea spreads out before me, but it鈥檚 a sea of wildflowers.
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Rick Steves relaxes on the Alpe di Siusi meadow (Seiser Alm in German) high in the Italian Alps, known as the Dolomites. Dotted with charming villages that have Germanic roots, Italy鈥檚 bicultural northeastern corner is ideal for hiking 鈥 or thinking about hiking. RICK STEVES鈥 EUROPE

Leaning back in my lounge chair, I enjoy the heat of the sun on my skin. A vibrant sea spreads out before me, but it鈥檚 a sea of wildflowers. I鈥檓 not at the beach 鈥 I鈥檓 on a farm, looking out on Europe鈥檚 largest high alpine meadow, manicured by munching goats and cows. In the distance, stark snow-dusted peaks tower boldly against the blue sky. These are Italy鈥檚 Alps, the Dolomites.

My soundtrack is the happy laughter of Italian children enjoying a petting zoo filled with alpine critters. A few yards away, their parents sip wine on the veranda of their chalet guesthouse 鈥 thoroughly 颅enjoying that dolce far niente (sweetness of doing nothing)鈥 like me.

The sky-high meadow called the Alpe di Siusi (or 鈥淪eiser Alm鈥 in German) seems to float high above the city of Bolzano, separating two of the most famous Dolomite ski-resort valleys, Val di Fassa and Val Gardena. Measuring about eight kilometres by 15 kilometres, and soaring nearly 2,000 metres high, Alpe di Siusi is dotted with farm huts and happy hikers enjoying gentle trails. These mountains differ from the rest of the Alps because of their dominant rock type 鈥 limestone 鈥 which forms sheer vertical walls of white, grey and pale pink rising abruptly from green valleys and meadows.

At the head of the meadow, the Sassolungo mountains provide a storybook Dolomite backdrop. And opposite, Mount Schlern 鈥 a long flat ridge ending in spooky crags 鈥 boldly stands gazing into the haze of the Italian peninsula. Not surprisingly, the Schlern gave ancient peoples enough willies to spawn legends of supernatural forces. Fear of the Schlern witch, today鈥檚 tourist-brochure mascot, was the cause of many a medieval townswoman鈥檚 fiery death.

As a nature preserve, the alpine meadow cradled by the peaks is virtually car-free. A cable car whisks visitors up to the park from the valley below. Within the park, buses shuttle hikers to and from key points along the tiny road all the way to the foot of the picturesque Sasso peaks. Meadow walks are ideal for wildflower strolls, while chairlifts serve as springboards for more dramatic and demanding hikes. Mountain bikes are easy to rent, welcome on many lifts, and permitted on the meadow鈥檚 country lanes.

The Alpe di Siusi is my favourite stop in the Dolomites because of its quintessential views, but also its easy accessibility and the variety of walks and hikes. There鈥檚 also the charm of the neighbouring village of Castelrotto, which I use as my home base.

Castelrotto is also a fun 颅dollop of Germanic culture in Italy: There鈥檚 yogurt and yodelling for breakfast 鈥 Wiener schnitzel and strudel for dinner. The region has long faced north, first as part of the Holy Roman Empire and then firmly in the Austrian Habsburg realm. After Austria lost the First World War, its 鈥淪眉dtirol鈥 (South Tirol) became Italy鈥檚 鈥淎lto Adige.鈥 Mussolini did what he could to Italianize the region, including giving each town an Italian name (such as Castelrotto, also known as Kastelruth).

This hard-fought history has left this northeastern corner of Italy bicultural as well as bilingual. Signs and literature in the autonomous province are in both languages, but there鈥檚 an emphasis on the Deutsch. It still feels Austrian, culturally as much as geographically. Germanic colour survives in a blue-aproned, ruddy-faced, lederhosen-wearing way. Most locals still speak German first, and many feel a closer bond with their Germanic ancestors than with their Italian countrymen. While most have a working knowledge of Italian, they watch German-language TV, read newspapers auf Deutsch, and live in Tirolean-looking villages. The government has wooed cranky German-speaking locals with economic breaks that make this one of Italy鈥檚 richest areas.

I love coming home to Castelrotto after a hike in the meadow. It was built for farmers rather than skiers, so it has more character than any town around. 颅Popping into the church, I enjoy the choir practising. Then, stepping outside the church at 3 p.m., the bells peal as I witness the happy parade of parents bringing home their preschoolers. These idyllic moments might seem like cultural clich茅s, but they鈥檙e authentic, not performances for tourists. It鈥檚 moments such as these that make it easy to enjoy this high-altitude Germanic eddy in the whirlpool of Italy.

This article was adapted from Rick鈥檚 new book, For the Love of Europe.

Rick Steves () writes European guidebooks, hosts travel shows on public TV and radio, and organizes European tours. You can email Rick at [email protected] and follow his blog on Facebook.