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ENJOY YOUR MEAL: Eating fish and shellfish, the island of Sant ‘Antioco, Sardinia

220 km and three hours of road, on our Vespa 300ie. I decided to start on a late afternoon – 18:00 – to avoid the heat, which now makes itself felt. Paved roads – SS125var, SS54, SS130, SS126sud – and we are finally to Sant ‘Antioco, to arrive at our overnight stop on the sea in the beach of Mangiabarche. …

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MONTI PRAMA, SARDINIA: Observing the night, I try the eyes of the Sun

Villages with round huts gathered between them, with base ring-shaped stone, were in the vicinity of the nuraghis and holy wells, as Su Romanzesu , Su Nuraxi and Serra Orrios. Just in these wells, were found many votive bronzes, those who speak of a mysterious people, depicting boats and human figures, animals and mysterious beings. If we have time, I …

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VERONICA FRANCO, VENICE: If I could be certain of your love

…………………………….”And what is my beauty, the one that you are not tired of praising, I’ll spend later in your contentment: Joint gently at your side, the lighthouse you can enjoy the delights of love, | when you are very close to my the left side; And what delight that I could go, that you might call for happy, and advantage, …

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SARDINIA, A NEW DAWN: Looking for the arrival of the sun, waiting in the blue, inside our intimate quiet

Sure, wait for the dawn, we overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, next to the bear of Palau, is an intriguing experience, but observing the colors that precede the arrival of the Sun – in a small tent – it is absolutely shocking, primal and satisfying. But now it is time to start walking towards some interesting places of the central-eastern part …

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SPARGI AND LA MADDALENA SARDINIA: In the Museum of Time and Wind, in the colors of blue and turquoise

After a wonderful night and a wonderful sunrise, we start from Santa Teresa di Gallura to Palau, to board the ferry that takes us to the island of La Maddalena. No, unfortunately the camper has gone faulty, but – cautiously – to the inside of his trunk capable, I had stowed our Vespa 300ie, the one that has the color …

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SARDINIA RIGHT ON TIME: Waiting for the charm of the bear of Palau and the deliciousness of Pleurotus

Right on time (and at a cost of 96.40 Euros), the ferry – http://booking.saremar.it/TBooking/TicketRoute.aspx – started by Boniface at 15:30, it’s arrived in Santa Teresa di Gallura Sardinia, after just one hour. The theme of our vacation on the island? I would have an idea, to imagine a tour “beyond the sea”, ie move with our camper considering a mix …

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WILLIAM TURNER: The Painter of Light, the man capable of merging the heavens and the earth, inside an unparalleled emotional chromaticity

“The sun is God.” For him. the light was divine emanation, but also creative playfulness that comparing with the water and the sky. Of course, the English painter of the nineteenth century had also portrayed human figures at work, but it was the grandeur of nature that he had tried to capture with brushes and colors. By capturing images of …

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VINCENZO RABITO: Four money to buy bread, ten cents for living well

The Diary of a life, is the one written by an illiterate italian  man, born in 1899. That document was written by Vincenzo Rabito with an old typewriter, when he was over 70 years of age. He writes – in 7 years – 1027 pages, which recount his life. Only after his death, his son Giovanni, finds what his father …

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SYLVIA PLATH: The vertical woman who preferred to be horizontal, between the infinite light of the stars and the scents cold of his short life

“I Am Vertical, but I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil, sucking up minerals and motherly love, so that each March I may gleam into leaf, nor am I the beauty of a garden bed. Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, …

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VINCENT VAN GOGH: The many faces of suffering, wrapped in gold of his wheat fields

It was a day in late July of 1890, the small town of Auvers-sur-Oise was dozing, but the noise of the firing of a gun had broken the peace, along with the life of a painter who loved the vineyards and the thatched roofs of the old houses. The fields of wheat that he has painted, they are still in …

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