Colors grow deeper. Air fills your lungs with something more than oxygen.
Conifers—silent, ancient, wise—don’t make a sound, but they speak.
They tell stories of resilience, of stillness, of quiet listening. And you, walking among them, feel part of something greater.
Walking in the early morning is a ritual.
It trains the body, yes—but also opens the heart. It teaches you to listen, to observe.
It’s not about chasing the day—it’s about receiving it with intention.
That’s why The Awakening of the Forest isn’t just a hike.
It’s a transformative experience. A return to slow steps, full breaths, real connection.
One of those moments that can’t be explained. They must be lived. And carried within.
We live it every Tuesday. And each time, it’s different. But always powerful.
We leave early—at 6:00 AM—when the sky still hesitates and the peaks have yet to reveal themselves.
The MONROC Bus waits silently in front of the hotel, like something that knows wonder deserves quiet.
Just eight seats. Just the right explorers.
After twenty minutes of winding road, we reach the Val di Rabbi.
The van door opens and the fresh morning air hits us—alive, sharp, rich in resin and silence.
Attilio is waiting.
A true guide, a man of the forest, a living memory of these valleys.
He’s not just a companion—he’s a storyteller.
At every step, he shares tales of larches and spruces, teaches us to read the lichens by altitude, to tell the rustling of birch from the whisper of stone pine.
It’s among these conifers that our wellness concept ARBOREA was born—inspired by the silent intelligence of trees, their ability to adapt, to breathe, to listen.
(Discover more about it here).
We walk along the trail that follows the Rabbies stream, as sunlight begins to filter through the needles.
The walk is slow, intentional. You can feel your body waking up with the forest. You can feel your rhythm shift.
After about an hour, we reach Malga Stablasolo.
There, Loris the malgaro welcomes us with a true alpine breakfast: fresh yogurt with mountain berries, rustic bread, butter from the pasture, and warm homemade cake.
Then, we move again. A short uphill stretch—and the final reward: the Saent waterfalls.
Morning light hits the water just right. Droplets in flight, golden beams… and if you’re lucky, the rainbow.
At the end of this walk, you haven’t just walked. You’ve seen, felt, breathed, learned.
You’ve lived a different kind of dawn. One that stays with you.
