My partner and I arrived in Cortina d’Ampezzo in Italy’s Veneto region ready for a break. We were in the heart of the Dolomites and though the mountains are part of the Alps, they felt completely different. The Dolomites tower. They impose. They are sharp and majestic and magnificent, vast in scale and scope. And they could be seen from everywhere.

We strolled through Cortina, enjoying the cool mountain air and admiring the architecture of the South Tyrol region. The historic and regional connection to where we had recently been in Austria was plain to see. Mountain regions are like that.

As climbers, Cortina was a draw for us because of its central location in the Dolomites and its proximity to Tre Cime di Lavaredo, or Drei Zinnen, or Three Peaks. We had planned to climb the smallest one and picked up the last remaining pieces of gear shortly after arrival, but the weather, our physical health after our multi-day trek, and the logistics proved more than we were ready for. But we are now prepared for next time!

Instead, we took a bus up to Rifugio Auronzo, the first of the guesthouses around Tre Cime. From there, we walked the easy route around the mountains, enjoying 10 kilometers of beautiful views and rock begging to be explored.

The temperature was much cooler than we had expected and we enjoyed walking with just a day pack. It was suddenly so easy.

We watched the clouds move as we rounded Tre Cime, waiting for the peaks to come into view. And they did.

As we walked, we looked for the route that we had researched and we watched climbers on other routes. This is not an adventure to be taken lightly and we were more than comfortable with our decision not to pursue a climb. It was enough to be among these stone giants.

The following day I walked alone through the woods near where we were staying. We were at the top of a hill, basically as far up as we could go, just outside of town. The usual feeling of quiet came over me as I followed the marked trail through trees. It’s a different perspective of nature than being in the mountains, and I welcomed the change.

Finally, the weather held up enough to allow us to get on some rocks. We’d brought multiple guidebooks with us and found a crag not too far away. It was typical Italian sport climbing, at least as far as my experience goes: Lots of protection, routes helpfully labelled, benches placed in convenient locations, lots of people, grading generally easier than what we have at home. But every crag has its quirks, and this was no exception. For instance, we warmed up on a climb with a grade that would have been much too hard elsewhere, and then we ended up abandoning a route with a much easier grade, leaving behind a green carabiner. Maybe you’ve seen it? Finally, a prominent sign expressly forbade individuals from pooping. All in a day’s climb, I guess.

After the fresh mountain air of Cortina d’Ampezzo, we were not fully prepared for the heat and humidity that greeted us the following day in Treviso, also in the Veneto. The landscape grew flatter as we drove and the mountains remained far in the distance. The air was thick, hazy, and dusty, and as we made our way into the old town, it made sense that everyone was home for siesta. We were nearly the only ones moving about in a city of closed shops and restaurants, precisely in the hottest hours of the afternoon, and the heat and humidity were punishing.

Unable to fathom anything else, we had our first gelato since arriving in Italy. Thus reinvigorated, we wandered through all of the city in just a few hours, taking in grand historic buildings . . .

. . . charming side streets and passageways . . .

. . . the rivers around which Treviso is built . . .

. . . and various stylistic elements (wrought iron, painted buildings, satellite dishes and antennae rising from tiled rooftops) that are, for me, typically Italian.

While seeing what there was to see in the old town, we stopped into multiple supermarkets, enjoying the opportunity to look at what was on offer and at what prices. A peek into another’s day-to-day, leading to reflection on my own, is an activity of which I never tire when I’m somewhere else. And importantly, supermarkets are air-conditioned.

As it would turn out, this heat was only a warm-up for our next stop: Venice.