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 easy to find this 15 meter waterfall in the municipality of Martis, Sardinia, Italy. Lucky for us there were plenty of signs posted along the side of the roads indicating: Cascata Triulintas. After driving down a long, dirt road you will come to a dead-end and it’s from here you must walk the 10 minutes it takes to reach the waterfall. There are no signs indicating a parking lot. We just pulled up, parked and walked. We also happened to be the only people visiting the waterfall – it was splendid and great for snapping photos. It’s too bad that my camera’s battery died the moment we arrived at Cascata Triulintas as I only grabbed one photo, the rest are my friends’ shots.
My Sardinian Life 