When you drive around the centre of Cupramontana, you can't miss it, this building mainly stands out because of its impressive dimensions. In 1751 the new Santa Catarina monastery, designed by architect Arcangelo Vici, opened its doors.
The basement is usually the best place to keep the darkest secrets, but in this case the cellar couldn’t have more to offer. I am speaking about the one in Cupra Montana, which was originally the cellar of the 18th century Monastery of Santa Caterina, not in use anymore. After a beautiful and careful work of renovation, the it is now the MIG – Musei in Grotta [Musea in the Caves], a museum complex in which you can really dive into the tradition, history, eno-gastronomy and much more of the small town of Cupra Montana.
It’s always the same story in every noble art: we know the prodigious artist, but nobody remembers the master beyond him. Niccolò Bonanni shares the same (unlucky) destiny of many important masters: he was the teacher of the famous composer Gaspare Spontini, who would once shine at the court of Napoleon.
What if we tell you that from end of the 80s there is someone living near our little village that has embraced the "living with nature" kind of life and never got rid of it? We are talking about Fabrizio who decided to buy a very old country house near Cupramontana and has lived without modern technologies (including running water and electricity) ever since. That is when he founded the “Tribù delle Noci Sonanti”. He has been open to welcome everyone that feels like expertimenting this simple life style, and among them there was Gessica, from whom Siddharta will be born some years later.
4 friends, 4 pairs of walking shoes and a Saturday morning in December 2008, that’s how the story of the walking group started in Cupramontana. To this day they would travel nearly 9000 kilometers in and around the area of this Marchigian city. The tam tam worked efficiently and soon the group of friends grew. Who wanted to improve his condition, explore secret hiking trails or simply enjoy what companionship had to be with the “podisti”, as the walkers were soon called. Or with the matti or madmen of Cupra, because they had to be mad if they were at least 13 km every week, voluntary, regardless of the weather conditions.