Giulianova - S. Benedict, 30km of beach hotels and bike paths. 30 km on average takes two or three times a week with my paramotor, what there will never be told about this area that has not already said in the past?
Saturday arrival early enough to take off: the weather forecast says that this will be a windy day and I want to take off before the wind picks up. A hot sun accompanied by a mountain breeze, with me as you slowly assemble my blender is the first real sunshine of the year, what do you get to the bones and you wake up from hibernation, what a shock and says, " Go, parts, fly as far as you can. " As not take advantage?
It is, gas engine and road to the infinity of heaven, but no, first you have to deal with him, the wind, today more than ever in the mood for jokes. I watch him for a good half hour trying to figure out his intentions, I know you want to play and is just waiting for me to put forth his sailing to the ground to change direction and make me do a sweat, but no helmet and waits until gets bored and decided to make it north. Takeoff, determined as ever to enjoy a beautiful day to fly, but just in the air here that Aeolus will be set to play with me with a better turbulence leeward forces me to an inglorious retreat to land under the watchful eyes of some children.
Appearance and when Aeolus finally got tired of playing, I go back into the air in search of new emotions. Emotions: excitement that can give you a quiet flight made billions of times? Ok there are many variables that you can meet in the air: winds, turbulence, temperature, possible engine problems ... but in the end thirty kilometers in the problems and things to see and those are always hard to try new sensations ... or so I thought!
before taking off and say that I always try to imagine and to some extent, "anticipate", the flight from there a few minutes I'm going to do but in the end I can never calculate all the variables involved: What the hell do I know when are taking off of what awaits me once in the air? Flight is because this is my dream and that's what I like to do, period!
Takeoff and now I'm going north, greeting Marty is at home and decided to point S. Benedetto del Tronto. Overcome the desolate beaches of bilge, do the hair the first buildings in Porto d'Ascoli and soon are at the port of St. Benedict. What is there to say about these beaches that has not already said in the past few report? By now you know by heart the position of each palm ...
Some children chasing me and greet me, I turn to reciprocate, but as a step on the sea I am blinded by a flash: fragments of light, like shards of a mirror, violently hit the water and bounce up to break up my eyes, eyes that until a few seconds before they were beaten pleasantly emerald green of the Adriatic Sea, around the sun-drenched beach with its colorful shades, and dressed in a blue sky above defeats white clouds! Them to remain there in disbelief as if it were something never seen it, breathing in deeply as if to fully digest this show is a deep breath and remember that the first breath of man, that's when you are born and how that inevitably ends in ... tears!
cry like a baby for a few seconds while my sail slowly sliding southward. I try to compose myself (I would not appear a shrinking violet), but still capture light, smells and colors that fit in the innermost regions of my mind, like porcupine needles are caught in my mind never waking up dormant emotions, with small jolts of adrenaline make me scream with joy and I a smile on your face like a perfect idiot. I look better the environment around me trying to explain to myself why such a reaction, I know by heart every inch of these beaches, chalets, pine forests, now all this should not matter myself but no, every time we flight over is like the first time and the emotions they have never faded.
People greet me, I reciprocate your hand but not enough for me, I would pass part of the emotions that I feel like I do not know, man, I would yell them my joy but I think I would take a fool, I make them understand that the flight is not a thing to Superman, I would like a defibrillator to shock and transmit my immense joy, I
... I do not have a defibrillator that conveys emotions, but I have a keyboard, a computer and write a story: I wonder if I could send you some of the emotions? I do not know, I just know that tonight I'm going to take a spare part of the engine guard so that it can continue to excite and (hopefully) to excite.
Mané
Saturday arrival early enough to take off: the weather forecast says that this will be a windy day and I want to take off before the wind picks up. A hot sun accompanied by a mountain breeze, with me as you slowly assemble my blender is the first real sunshine of the year, what do you get to the bones and you wake up from hibernation, what a shock and says, " Go, parts, fly as far as you can. " As not take advantage?
It is, gas engine and road to the infinity of heaven, but no, first you have to deal with him, the wind, today more than ever in the mood for jokes. I watch him for a good half hour trying to figure out his intentions, I know you want to play and is just waiting for me to put forth his sailing to the ground to change direction and make me do a sweat, but no helmet and waits until gets bored and decided to make it north. Takeoff, determined as ever to enjoy a beautiful day to fly, but just in the air here that Aeolus will be set to play with me with a better turbulence leeward forces me to an inglorious retreat to land under the watchful eyes of some children.
Appearance and when Aeolus finally got tired of playing, I go back into the air in search of new emotions. Emotions: excitement that can give you a quiet flight made billions of times? Ok there are many variables that you can meet in the air: winds, turbulence, temperature, possible engine problems ... but in the end thirty kilometers in the problems and things to see and those are always hard to try new sensations ... or so I thought!
before taking off and say that I always try to imagine and to some extent, "anticipate", the flight from there a few minutes I'm going to do but in the end I can never calculate all the variables involved: What the hell do I know when are taking off of what awaits me once in the air? Flight is because this is my dream and that's what I like to do, period!
Takeoff and now I'm going north, greeting Marty is at home and decided to point S. Benedetto del Tronto. Overcome the desolate beaches of bilge, do the hair the first buildings in Porto d'Ascoli and soon are at the port of St. Benedict. What is there to say about these beaches that has not already said in the past few report? By now you know by heart the position of each palm ...
Some children chasing me and greet me, I turn to reciprocate, but as a step on the sea I am blinded by a flash: fragments of light, like shards of a mirror, violently hit the water and bounce up to break up my eyes, eyes that until a few seconds before they were beaten pleasantly emerald green of the Adriatic Sea, around the sun-drenched beach with its colorful shades, and dressed in a blue sky above defeats white clouds! Them to remain there in disbelief as if it were something never seen it, breathing in deeply as if to fully digest this show is a deep breath and remember that the first breath of man, that's when you are born and how that inevitably ends in ... tears!
cry like a baby for a few seconds while my sail slowly sliding southward. I try to compose myself (I would not appear a shrinking violet), but still capture light, smells and colors that fit in the innermost regions of my mind, like porcupine needles are caught in my mind never waking up dormant emotions, with small jolts of adrenaline make me scream with joy and I a smile on your face like a perfect idiot. I look better the environment around me trying to explain to myself why such a reaction, I know by heart every inch of these beaches, chalets, pine forests, now all this should not matter myself but no, every time we flight over is like the first time and the emotions they have never faded.
People greet me, I reciprocate your hand but not enough for me, I would pass part of the emotions that I feel like I do not know, man, I would yell them my joy but I think I would take a fool, I make them understand that the flight is not a thing to Superman, I would like a defibrillator to shock and transmit my immense joy, I
... I do not have a defibrillator that conveys emotions, but I have a keyboard, a computer and write a story: I wonder if I could send you some of the emotions? I do not know, I just know that tonight I'm going to take a spare part of the engine guard so that it can continue to excite and (hopefully) to excite.
Mané
