Dreaming of a world where I can swim in the sea; pollution and people free.
Only in Sardinia.
There are times I dream in colour, where all senses turn to you, and your startling Mediterranean hue. Dear Sardinia, I sure do miss you.
One of my favourite pastimes while in Sardinia, and in the early part of the year, is to hunt for wild asparagus. The flavour is stronger than the store-bought asparagus and the shoot much thinner. There are many dishes I’ve created with this earthly wonder: pasta, frittata, slightly baked, lasagna, and pickled asparagus.
I’ve collected asparagus in the early spring for the last seven years and this year, sadly I won’t be hunting for wild asparagus as it doesn’t grow in abundance in Canada like in Sardinia. So, for now just the memories of those moments.
Do you collect any wild vegetables? What are they and where do you collect them?
Eleven months ago I left my heart and soul in Sardinia, and my mind has never forgiven me. There are times I scroll through thousands of photographs just to see if I can still remember her, to see if I can remember her salt water smell, or the panorama from hundreds of meters above the sea. There are times when my heart aches so deeply for her that it bleeds memories of mirto, running from herded cows on the street, learning dialect, endless blue skies and sampling any of the fabulous dishes her country people offer.
Petrified Forest of Carrucana, Martis, Sardinia
It’s never good-bye, it’s I’ll see you later. And I will.
It’s been nine months since I left my soul in Sardinia, and there’s not a day that passes in which I don’t think of her majestic nature.
It’s always a blessing to look back on these photos, fond memories, fond times and a place where my soul rests, peacefully.
There is nothing more enchanting than beautifully moss-covered forests, and Sardinia is jam-packed with these earthly delights.
Do you like to hike within the deep folds of a forest?
It’s the little things that I miss the most about Sardinia, and seven months later I’m still heartbroken over leaving her beautiful, mysterious land. Considering I’m feeling all sorts of nostalgia over my breakup, I’ve decided to compile a short top 10 list of what I miss the most about her.
Top 10 Things I miss the most about Sardinia
- Saying buongiorno when entering any type of shop.
- The Mediterranean smell of her salt water hair.
- A perfectly poured espresso with a mirto chaser.
- The sloping red, granite landscape.
- Pasta, oh yes, pasta!
- The earthy, dirty red known as Cannonau.
- Swimming in the crystal, clear, clean waters only known unto her.
- Her secret and seductive language.
- Seadas, seadas, seadas!
- Her humble and hospitable people.
I lived on her land for six long, beautiful years and there is not a day that passes that I don’t think or daydream about her. I’ve set foot on countless countries but Sardinia really, truly stole my heart.
Have you recently re-expatriated? How are your feelings of nostalgia?