We climb the stones and, at a certain moment, we are just above Nera – our narrow path floating over the river as it meanders on the edge of a vertical wall. The landscape changes constantly – some of the time we walk on a flat surface, admiring the green ridges around us and we even see traces of habitation in the form of haystacks; other times, we climb on the steep rocks that appear in front of us out of the blue; a few time we even cross the river on beautiful wooden foot bridges or traverse fields of wild flowers.