The sea is a craft that wakes up in the morning
To me the sea is the eternal union of my gaze, of my land, with the future horizon of infinity. It is the timeless projection, which manages to make past, present and future coexist in an eternal maliconic joy. It is the most ductile essence of human and animal matter; it is the absurd game of life that traces the origins of life in the cosmos.
Visiting wineries 2019
There is a fascinating and intriguing way to discover the earthly soul of the island of Ischia, following its most suggestive corners and penetrating its millenary history: being inspired by that fil-rouge that is wine, whose intertwining with this extraordinary reality are lost in the mists of time, when the settlers of Euboea chose to stop, kidnapped by a unique landscape and a fertile and volcanic land.
Today, wine is one of the distinctive features of an island that is ever more convinced of food and wine and environmental tourism, proudly displaying its terraced landscapes, the fruit of the work of man that has made the most rugged hills cultivable and recounting the a thousand stories of heroic winemakers, who were able to industrialize themselves by giving life to wineries that collect national and international prizes.
The sea is liquid air
To me the sea is home. The course of the foam when I choose the corridor that runs along the abyss. Where I come from, where I am, where I will go. For me the sea is liquid air. To breathe with full sips of apnea. To me the sea is silence that makes castles in mid-air in depth. To me the sea is the vertigo of solitude every time I look down.
The sea is a family member
What is the sea for me? Better, who it is, since I do not distinguish it from a family member of the smallest circle, of those of whom I carry an important percentage of DNA. In fact, there was not a precise moment in which we met. It has always been a natural, even obvious presence.
I want to get close to the sky
If the sea is synonymous of liberation and escape from everyday life, the inexhaustible sense of infinity that takes your breath away at every step that brings you closer to the horizon
Sant’Anna, an endless charm
The Sant’Anna celabration dates back to a tradition of the last century. On July 26, each year, pregnant women went in procession to worship the Mother of Madonna who was in a chapel in Cartaromana Bay. They were accompanied by a procession of anglers’ boats, which for the occasion adorned the hull with bushes and flower garlands.
Futura and Malafemmina
Walking through the streets of Sant’Angelo to the discovery of the summer season is synonymous with two things: being on vacation and coming across stories that have written about the past, which is then present that is then the future. An anti-cosmopolitan metropolis that lives on stories over time.
Journey at the dawn of history
Santu Nicola for the islanders, Epomeo is the island’s mountain, shaped by nature for millennia. For geology, it is a volcano-tectonic horst, with a typical green color due to the long contact of the tuff with boiling mineral waters.
Aenaria, the underwater city
It was called Aenaria - from Latin “aenum” which means “metal” - the Roman citadel existed since the fourth century BC up to 130-150 A.D. and suddenly was destroyed by a volcanic eruption or an earthquake. It was in the stretch of water closed between the Aragonese Castle and the cliffs of St. Anna. It was an industrial center where people worked the metal (lead, iron, copper) and the clay. Today this town is submerged at a depth of about 9 meters.
Of fire and of sea
Fire fountains in the middle of the sea. Directly from the belly of the earth, they created the small island with the characteristic rounded shape that makes it even today unmistakable, in front of the southern coast of the big island. And only a narrow strip of sand unites it to the giant dominated by Epomeo.
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