"Di fronte m'eri Sicilia, o nuvola di rosa sorta dal mare! E nell'azzurro un monte: l'Etna nevosa.
Salve o Sicilia! Ogni aura che qui muove pulsa una cetra od empie una zampogna, e canta e passa...
Io era giunto dove giunge chi sogna"
Giovanni Pascoli, "Odi e Inni" - L'isola dei poeti 1906

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Like crackles of a thunderstorm

Like crackles of a thunderstorm, pedals with your head down as you go up and between drops of sweat falling on the horizontal tube of the frame and heart beats in your throat, rhythmic time bombs enter your ears. No, it can not be: the sky is clear, not even a cloud on the horizon.

Then there are fireworks down in the village, those that here in the south recall the feast of the patron, but then you think about it and Sant'Alfio has already passed for a while.

And then it can not be that Iddu, the volcano or Idda, the Mountain with a capital M, as the sicilians call Etna. The enchanting mountain has a magnetic force that attracts and invites contact, climbing, deep breath and admiration.

3,340 meters of altitude, a unique and majestic massif that rises from the sea and asks only to be climbed, climbed, cycled, conquered.

A mountain that can be climbed all year round, in winter as in summer. In the cold months you need a heavier jacket to go down and at most it's only three or four days a year where the snow will stop you from covering its slopes; while in summer climbing Etna, leaving the Sicilian heat down, it will be a regenerating experience

Get to know the seven asphalt slopes of the Volcano with us, ride the sheets, enjoy the warmth of the Sicilian sun ...

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