Song By Zach And Cody And Jordan Sparks

Lake Correa

"Tuscan for the city \u200b\u200bof fire alive
you going, thus speaking modestly,
pleased to stay in this place.

Your
mode of speaking makes thee manifest A native of that noble fatherland,
in which perhaps I too disturbing "

(D. Alighieri - Canto X - Inferno)

Lake Correa of \u200b\u200bAppin is a strip of water suddenly blossomed in the granite rock of the crater of a volcano Roccamonfina. wagering One of the many unknown and awkward in this land, a route in a single enchanted and magical place that meets only if the stubbornness and determination to succeed and have the best sull'incuria forgotten that surround and enclose this area pleasant and shy.

If you search Google for "Lake Correa" is just one link: a video of seventeen seconds, an overview of the silent lake, signed by a comment that leaves no doubt:

no joke to say that to me is The most beautiful place in the world.

enough for me this tip.

Vairano Scalo When I stop and I know I'm near the lake, a couple of miles, not more.

But the man in his forties who ask me displaces information, tells me that he was born in Vairano but not even heard of the existence of a lake in the area.

Casilina Proceeding on, past the junction for Appin and raise the alert level. I should be there, I know. Near a dumpster located on the roadside, opposite to the one unoccupied home, I see a panel indicating a trek for hikers. If I stop and do that on a piece of wood gray and withered it says something, perhaps an indication. I have to get closer to read the written inlaid between the veins burned and corroded signals Lake Correa.

surplus and take the road for a couple of km when the asphalt ends, I run into a path of dust and stones those who alternates between a huge orchard, between rows of apple trees and peach trees exposed under a scorching sun and dry. The bike pulls hard and, I proceed a little more 'until you arrive in front of a huge house. The house has no doors, open and uninhabited. It 's a deposit and there is none. I understand you made a mistake and turning back, hoping to pay more attention and maybe see some shows that I missed. I find myself at the starting point in front of the box and indications faded. Through Casilina. This time I'm on the other side. There is a small house and I decide to call. I am meeting a man in shorts accompanied by a mastiff Neapolitan and docile little nervous, wiping his hands with a towel. While caressing the large head of his dog tells me to go back, pay attention to a block of white marble located on the side of the road and finally try the path on foot. Allotment, and after a while I find the small marble pillar. Parking the bike and I walk forward. I find myself in a private area, a bushel of fenced land, not cultivated. Climb over the fence and I sense that you have guessed the road. Since passage leads to a sunny, flat, shady and cool place, where the vegetation is dense and disorganized, chaotic and wild dark. A crack in the bushes gives me some glimpse of the lake, a tilt angle in which the sneaks look, while all around is an orchestra of sounds cross of any kind. Through a bridge and the path begins to descend. The last part is a corridor of mud and muck to wade through and I have to climb on the wooden railing. Finally, the lake appears in front of me. It 'a very wild place, where nature expresses her shyness instinctive, primal and primitive random aggression through space and time. The geometries are completely improvised, the music just caressed. I just looked at me, prompted by a fascination that I feel and hear in the bowels but can not decipher. The lake is small and cozy, a wild valley surrounded and embraced by a crowd of trees, strutting and curled, which raindrops fall directly on the water, handing out a thousand shades of green. The water is dotted with a page from the leaves. Around is a dense and voices insisted, a din of buzzes and trills, a jungle of chatter and chatter messy but at the same time incredibly coordinated, which clearly recognize the stamps and verses of a wildlife far from family. There is a table

old and alone, abandoned on the shore of the lake, which has embarked mud and only a few morsels of sunshine, which seemed to be quite popular.