Images of a Snowy Day

Several people in the valley have commented that whenever I am in the Bregaglia Valley it always snows heavily. It seems to be true. Three years ago there was tons of snow. This winter, the same. Wherever I have been, be it Bregaglia, Aquidneck Island (Rhode Island) or Manhattan (New York), the snowstorms have been following me around.

It was a blustery day and snowing uncontrollably as I waited for the bus heading to Italy. Normally, the 30-minute bus ride southwest takes me over the border to the quaint town of Chiavenna, where I pickup groceries, window shop and go to my favorite little cafe, Il Caffé, to write in my journal. The bus is never late.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes go by before I see a bus pass me heading in the opposite direction (usually ending up in St. Moritz). The bus driver stops and waves me over. The Maloja Pass was closed, so he would be heading to the village at the base of it, Casaccia, and then returning back down the valley to Chiavenna.

With all the snow, the bus driver had no idea when he would be passing by my bus stop again, so he said I could go along for the ride and we would arrive in Chiavenna whenever. The only other person on the bus got off at one of the next villages (Vicosoprano) and then it was just me and the bus driver for the following hour. I was thrilled. Now, I could take photos to my heart’s content, walk up and down the aisle freely and peer out any window I wanted. It was magical.