Hello my friends,
this lonely place between Trieste and Venice is a like a bomb full of experiences. I took with me my friend Emil. And the canoa.
After two hours of rowing we reached dunes. We looked for some alluvial wood and lighted the fire. A bit later soft wind blowed the smell of roasted sausages, but there was nobody to smell it. The dune is a solitary place, we only saw some fishermen in the morning.
And of course, we had a bottle of wine considered a local as it was produced in the hills that we could see from the dune.
Some photos for you bellow.
See you soon, maybe right in the lagoons.