Blanket project: discovering Engadin, Switzerland
Even the sun is perched beside you today, oscillating as its soft rays play elusive games with the light. You’re enclosed in the ruby colored walls of a wagon, softly taking you from Tirano to St. Moritz, and your eyes cannot rest. Alternately, they collect solitary pastures, memories of the past, trail openings, more pastures, and more memories. And then, they see snow covered giants and the calm ceilings of winter skies.
You are crossing another brink of Alps, somewhere up there in the Grisons, and the pages of your notebook fill with blue letters that get more and more oblique and quivering every time the train dips as it follows a curve. You write about the first time you read about the Engadin, its valleys and mountains, of the elective affinities that tie you to its valleys and the enduring desire to explore it with a backpack, snow shoes, or peering out of the famous Bernina Express that from Tirano reaches Coira across 97 miles of wonders. You write about the receptions (traditional, modern and/or nostalgic) you might choose to reach beyond the Albula Pass, depending on the season or circumstance– Villa Flor in S-chanf, Hotel Piz Linard in Lavin, Kurhaus Bergün in Bergün. You write of the nameless colors of the mountains at sunset, the mystery that every late afternoon envelopes the sky with a hue that shifts from rust to apricot. Of the trail beyond the St. Moritz lake that leads you to that table in the Lej da Staz restaurant which, each time, welcomes you with authentic Engadine style. It is your open-air gourmet ritual, which sums up the charm of this valley, facing your favorite mirror of ‘Alpine Water’.
Text and images by Meraviglia Paper and Omar Sartor