Deep South and close to Africa

The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights, you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you’re wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind. (M.L. Stedman) Down, down, down to the extreme tip of Sicily until there is no path anymore. Only a tiny beach and a rocky shoreline. But you can walk further towards the South, along a boulders walkway that surfaces only with the low tide. We are deep South and close to Africa. Once at the end of the walkway, we

Trabocchi: the tailspin of the giant spiders jetting on the sea

At the extreme point of the right-hand promontory, on a bank of rocks the Trabocco stretched, a strange fishing machine, constructed entirely of beams and planks, like a colossal spider-web. (Gabriele D’Annunzio, The Triumph of Death) A Trabucco is an old fishing machine. It’s common along the Southeastern coast of Italy, namely in Abruzzo and in Puglia. A platform jutting out into the sea and anchored to the coastline by massive logs. From the platform hang out nets and all the structures needed to sustain it. A literary fascination The Italian writer Gabriele D’ Annunzio, who lived nearby, wrote some

In a dark and awesome night…Nusco fascinating bonfires

This is the story of a dark night. The darkest night of the year. At least, this is what they say in Southern Italy. A night light up by fascinating bonfires. We are in Nusco, in Campania, province of Avellino, the green and hilly Irpinia. Nusco Nusco sits on a windy hilltop at almost a thousand meters in height. With the morning light, from here you get a wonderful view over the valley of the Ofanto River and the Southern Apennines mountains. During a January night, it’s freezing cold, but it’s well worth a visit. And now it’s the night of