It was an overcast day but not chilly when we decided to head up into the mountains for an afternoon walk with friends. We weren’t in search of anything, in particular, just the meeting of new people, dialogues, laughter and panoramic views that stretch as far as southern Corsica to Limbara and to the northwestern tip of Sardinia. Pure Sunday bliss in my books, a perfect Sunday spent between mountain and sea. Continue reading
Sardinia – Summer-like temperatures at the end of November – dreams do come true. Beautiful blue skies and calm waters called our names; we hiked to the top of a mountain to collect fresh mushrooms in the early morning rays; we hiked along the rugged coastline in the hot afternoon sun and we relaxed seaside sharing plenty of laughs.
This is what we saw … (click on any image to view in a larger format.)
How was your day?
A beautiful Sunday afternoon spent hiking in the mountains of Sardinia, in search of asparagus. I could hear the ding-a-ling of sheep bells, but I couldn’t see the sheep. That faded fast.
She walked beside me and jabbered on. Her broken, high-pitched accent threw me for a loop. At first glance, she seemed so Sardinian, but as she talked that speculation evaporated. She told me that my spoken Italian is not the greatest, we laughed. She said “nor is mine.” We laughed again.
She moved to Sardinia sixteen years ago and brought with her half of her home village from Romania. Her energy spun around the warm air as she explained the sylvatic goodness of Sardinia’s wild roots and I found myself basking in the newfound education.
We hiked two kilometers together through the beautiful Sardinian wilderness, before she turned around and headed back to town, back to work.
We said our piacere’s and parted ways. I continued on the voyage.
What did you do today?
My Sardinian Life 