We feel deeply attached
to a place that has entrusted us with its very personal secrets and stories. They arise from its nature, live on in our minds and finally find their true purpose through pen and paper.
The mountain knows many stories that are just waiting to be told. Pick up your pen or read what the mountain has whispered to people here: our mountain stories.
The Grim from Lake Jocher
The men stood motionlessly around the lake. Quietly, almost cautiously they had made their way as lumbering shapes here, one after the other, sometimes alone or in small groups. Even from Pawigl and naturally from Partschins they had come up here, whispering or murmuring to themselves, with earnest expressions full of fear and awe and their looks carried the mark of the unknown.
Something was bubbling in the middle of the lake quietly and constantly, and had been for days. The men...
I wouldn’t normally have an ice cream but the raspberry ripple at the wee cafe down at the harbour is so tempting. I like the girl that serves there, too. You’d expect somebody that gorgeous to be really stuck-up but she’s nice. I can’t say her name and she can’t pronounce mine properly either. “You vacation alone, Treeesh?” She’s got these huge dark eyes and skin the colour of toffee and slinky, wavy hair. People just aren’t that beautiful back home in Scotland.
Actually, I “vacation...
t triggers several moods in my brain at the same time, including these: hilarity with good friends after having toasted a round of Gin Martinis before a thrilling off-Broadway show; eager suspense after having received an unexpected package in the mail from someone dear; the sense of arrival after having finally reached the Lookout Point after a long hike.
There is something in the air here. It seems cool, rarefied and filtered thoroughly of all those typical daily odours, from...
Fluffy white clouds
Upon waking on my first day at vigilius mountain resort, I was transfixed by the stunning vista in front of me through the open curtained windows. Wonderful mountains, soaring spruce trees, blue sky with fluffy white clouds…and then it hit me. Was this déjà-vue? A long time ago when I was a very young child growing up in a major European city surrounded by buildings and busy streets, I once had a revelation about the true meaning of the world around me. The world I could not see at...
At the Top of the Ocean
There is a place in the deep blue ocean where it is so deep that its true depth cannot even be measured. The reason for this is because there must be a point on this planet that is as deep as the deepest sadness known to our world. The deepest sadness of the world also cannot be measured, cannot be named. Whoever is held captive by this immeasurable sadness finds himself or herself at the same time on the bottom of the deep blue sea. From above, this place radiates in sparkling blue...
The St. Bernhard-Dachshund
Bella, the female St. Bernhard who belonged to the vigilius owners, often played with the children of guests currently visiting the mountain resort, a pastime which included generous amounts of jumping around along with stretching her legs out long while letting herself be scratched. Whenever she was not playing, she enjoyed a certain predilection for extended walks, with others or even alone.
One day, as Bella's yearn for hiking was somewhat more hormone-inspired than usual, the...
why vigilius exists
Ever since my childhood I have known the “Vigiljoch”. I can remember well the mountain hotel Vigiljoch that was then in operation and I found it to be something very special. I was never in the hotel, but I know that I always had a great respect for the place. What went on in there anyway? As a child it was all so very mysterious. I was convinced that only people from far, far away could live here.
As a teenager, I looked at the hotel with different eyes. In my rebellious years it...
Sealele, duck di
The most precious mineral water has been bubbling out of the rich Monte San Vigilio/Vigiljoch springs since time immemorial and taken down to the valley by pipes, given the label “Meraner Mineralwasser” and then taken back up to Monte San Vigilio/Vigiljoch again by cable car. In those days a bottle cost 200 lire, a quart of red wine also cost 200 lire and as a result the locals and guests preferred to spend their money on wine.
Without wanting to go into the reasons for this in more...
Once upon a time there was an owl who lived all on his own in a cable car pylon. He was 25 months old and wished for nothing more than a female owl to share the cable car pylon and of course life with him.
But the owl was in fact a strange owl as he had a bit of a problem, which was that he couldn’t take two steps. He simply didn’t dare take the two steps that he would have to walk though to broaden his horizon and maybe spot his desired female owl. To overcome his two steps phobia he...
The spaces in-between
Adda is the only passenger, it’s the afternoon and raining. There used to be 39 metal posts, it says on a poster at the bottom station. The trip up the mountain was a trip to freedom. Today it’s just four. Its charm has been preserved, it says.
The late summer rain pelts against the gondola’s window panes, the valley soon lies under the blanket of fog, the trees hang rather than stand on the rocks, hugging the blocks with their roots. Adda pushes her middle fingers against her ears,...
Like No Where Else in the World
The cleaning lady paused for a second as she found, while tidying up Room 218, a piece of paper, apparently thrown away, that had been covered in colourful writing. Every word had been written carefully in a different colour - red, blue, yellow, orange and brown - as though by a grade school child. She read: "No where else in the world does it smell so good as on the Vigiljoch." The cleaning lady picked up the note and saw that it had been written on the backside as well: