Yesterday I was at the Castiglione Park, half asleep and a little stupid at lunch, a lunch too good but too washed down with an excellent white wine, chilled and fruity.
Suddenly ... ... WHROON… fly the ‘Tricolour Arrows’, all with their noses up in awe, amazed, ecstatic.
The narrow plateau under the sun, in the full moon expands, brightens, revealing a side of profiles of crags and slopes, low vineyards, reed beds, opens a horizon of guessed precipices, far away. On the other side, it creaks of pumice volatile, volcanic flour and the trail smells of brooms and Eubea, lost and found.
We go down the steep, and clear and sweet is the night, but there is a land breeze among the ridges, leaving the trace, slips; and imagines the midday light. The rarefied crowd of human ants climbs constantly slow awaited by farmers and anglers in a village of gardens against the sky, bringing valuable goods of uselessness, taking wine and time in six hundred B.C.
One view colored through the alleys of the towered city, poetic that comes alive in the flow of tradition. In the setting, sun on the seashore, like lightning, strikes with its green ray walkers on the coast, sensitive and empathetic because it creates an unbreakable bond among people, city and history fascinating who are admiring the view. Forio is a story that runs through the streets and the banks of ancient time. Moreover, June is the most appropriate month to visit this “middle earth”, located between the capes of Punta Caruso - known as Zaro - and Punta Imperatore.
Romans frequented the source of Nitrodi already two thousand years ago as testify the numerous votive reliefs in marble found here dating back to the period between I century B.C. and III century A.C.
A life to discover the wonders and secrets of the seabed
Summer 1960, I was twelve. The gift of a Cressi Sub Pinocchio optic diver’s mask gave me the opportunity to cultivate a passion that over the years has grown so much that today, as soon as the weather and sea conditions permit, I dive for snorkeling, long swims or sub jokes fishing all year round.
My evolution as Homo Delphinus (to use Mayol) allowed me to live wonderful experiences thanks to the sea of our island, which still reserves incredible and pleasant surprises. In addition, every day I enrich the discovery of fish species and behavior of the same.
In the sixties, the visibility in the sea of Ischia exceeded thirty meters. I remember big groupers that made fun of putting in candle, then quickly running away in impregnable nests as soon as we tried to approach them.
Vinicio Capossela, multi-instrumentalist and Italian writer, in his album «Marinai, Profeti e Balene» with the song «The Madonna of the Shells», («La Madonna delle Conchiglie») was inspired by the history of the patron saint of the island of Ischia. In particular, the patron of Lacco Ameno that on the other hand hosts a basilica dedicated to the «black» Virgin and a Museum discovered in 1951, which contains the remains of an early Christian crypt and an ancient cemetery. Capossela tells about the martyr, protector of sailors: Santa Restituta. The song, recorded in 2011 on the green island, suggested by the original creativity of the singer intent on chasing eyes thrown into space from the Aragonese Castle of Ischia Ponte in search of the boundaries of the horizon, tells about a “statue returned by sea with skin painted with another color”.