I’m a mountain guide by vocation. A renegade environmental engineer. Everyone knows me as ‘Capa’.

Over the years, I’ve filled my life with so many, many things. Like a well-packed rucksack: I’ve had to take some things out to enjoy the climb more, whilst I’ve kept others because, you never know, they might always come in handy.

I live in Andogno, in an old house that I’ve restored with my own two hands. My parents live there, my partner lives there, and this is where I’ll raise my two little girls, amidst the very mountains that made me who I am. I have one major flaw: I’m madly in love with the place where I live.

I work as a mountain guide all year round and travel the world. I’ve skied down powdery slopes in the Caucasus, climbed volcanoes in Turkey, touched the most beautiful rock in Sardinia, walked on glaciers and crossed the highest ridges of the Alps. But I always come back here. I come back to take people up the mountains I see from my window: the Brenta Dolomites. When I watch them walking or climbing those walls, I see something in their eyes that I recognise. The same sense of wonder. And every time I think that a whole lifetime won’t be enough to fill my eyes with such beauty. 

I don’t like describing myself. But I seek adventure whenever I can, and in the mountains, I almost always find it. Becoming a Mountain Guide was the natural outcome of years spent out there, making mistakes, learning, and coming back. This world of unspoilt nature, of real hard work, of sincerity towards one’s companions and oneself seems to exist on the fringes of our society, and perhaps that is precisely why I love it so much.

Conveying this passion in a mindful and respectful way: this, I believe, is the essence of the guide’s craft.