Puschlav, Bergell and Engiadina.
Two extracts from my notebook from those days:
After we hiked around Lagh da Val Viola we found ourselves on a plateau filled with golden firs. We got across it and then had to rush down the step hillside to catch, once again, the last bus of the day. Still couldn’t resist to stop and take a closer look at the turquoise gap between the trees.
Running around the shore of Lej da Silvaplauna before the sun sets. Quite windy, quite orange, some blue and most of all quite euphoric.