Climbing in Sardinia is full of delights

On the flight to Italy I was reading The Book of Delights. Careful, you too will be infected by the premise of this title. After the gray of winter with barren trees the first delight was the lush trees and shower of the sun’s warmth on the skin. Imagine the feel of egg size white pebbles under foot as you cross a beach with emerald water and bambini frolicking clothed only by their innocence. I can’t attempt to describe the sound of our group: the chatter, the belly laughs, the giggles, the toasts of wine, the fast talker, the witty baritone, the girls. A passion for climbing brought together this eclectic group where climbing is wonderful. You feel the squeeze on your feet and sharp cool rock on your finger tips, listen to your breath, and are one with nature again with a focus only broken by a guides voice giving just the essential correction, never too much, never too little. Climbing in Sardinia is full of delights.