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It was a special offer, irresistible, because a discount of 20% – on the weekly rate official of the Village Hotel Golden Sands – for me, it was too great a temptation. I’ve watched you as you walked happy, under the Full Moon of June, on the immense dunes of Pistis. Inside this beautiful nature reserve, while the night that …

I see that the beautiful beach of Capo Pecora was to your liking, but looking good your eyes, I am also certain that you are happy for our decision to spend a few days in Sardinia. Last night, while you swimming serene under the light of the moon rising, I have made ​​friends with three other women from Sardinia, even …

“The desire is taciturn. Seems wise, but in the end to the eyes it hatching the violence of his wild heart. Love is deaf struggle, it is very tough test for those who love him, and many foolish impulses pounced, who look good and evil is. This she learned that her eyes wandered behind his dreams, and laughing now, but …

The Mamoiada is a particular region of Sardinia, where you make the festivities with special masks, called Mamuthones Maimones or Mamutzones – http://www.mamuthones.it/ – that I’ve also seen in other parts of Europe, especially in mountainous. While you were immersed into the blue, I watched you, while you were swimming happy, in this corner of paradise of the central eastern …

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. …

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 …

…………………………….”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, …

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 …

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 …

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 …

“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 …

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 …

“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, …

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 …

Now, she is waiting for us under two elms in Sussex. Before visiting the Monk’s House of Virginia Wolf, we must remain a little next to those trees, because it is from that roots that she lives every year. They remind us of the happiness of a daughter  much loved, the sadness of a girl raped, but also the celebrity …