Don Donato had to oversee a funeral in the afternoon, but he climbed into the van with us to show us the way to Via Grotta Dell’Angelo, a paved pathway that leads up to La Grotta di San Michele Arcangelo.
This grotto, Don Donato stated, was something special, something we must see before leaving. After telling us the grotto’s secret, he turned us over to a family that lived nearby. “Bella passeggiata,” he said, then left to tend to his funereal duties.
Accompanied by a woman, a man, a couple of boys, a young girl, and two dogs, we trudged up the hill towards the grotto, breathless not from the ascent, but from the panorama that spread out before us.
The path was lined with trees and lush greenery. The 14 stations of the cross dotted the trail, although since I am not Catholic, I could not name them. They, along with the passeggiata itself, were beautiful, nevertheless.
It wasn’t long before a stone structure tucked into the side of the steep hill came into view. We were at the foot of the grotto.