A short video of the Mamuthones from Mamoiada at the Tappas in Mamujada. My video taking skills aren’t the best and I wasn’t in the best place to capture the Issohadores. Here’s a little sneak peek into the mysterious Mamuthones.
The mystical Mamuthones from Mamoiada have always stirred my soul and made me question the origin of their existence. I have attended festivals in Sassari and Olbia where the Mamuthones preformed before the inquisitive public, but I had never witnessed their ritual dance in their town, on their turf, until this past Sunday when I attended Tappas in Mamujada. There is something so raw and connected to nature in their dance that pulls me in, curious, wanting to know more. So I went searching …
Mural in Mamoiada
The Mamuthone legacy is shrouded in secrecy Continue reading
Casu Marzu is eerie, very, very eerie. It’s a pungent cheese made from sheep milk and is left outside, uncovered, to rot. Tiny cheese flies infest the cheesy block and lay their off-spring, billions of small transparent maggots. The larvae feed on the cheese, thus causing fermentation and allowing the casu marzu to fully decompose into an eerie, stinky, creamy and highly sought after delicacy from the mountains of Sardinia. The moment I saw the sign above the door I knew what I had to do. Continue reading
Every morning I head to the local coffee shop and it goes something like this Continue reading
This horizon speaks to me nightly with her stunning setting sun.
This is my response to the weekly photo challenge: horizon. Just click the link to learn more or to join in on the fun.
Do you prefer sunrise or sunset?
“Every block of stone has a statue inside it and it is the task of the sculptor to discover it.”
Michelangelo
“I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention. To not be like your parents. To not be like your friends. To be yourself. To cut yourself out of stone.” Henry Rollins
This is my response to the weekly travel theme: stone.
I’ve re-published this photo as I’m up to my ears with a little side project. I’ll be back in full blogging force by early next week.
Until next time …
“There are things known and things unknown and in between are the doors.” Jim Morrison
One of my favourite pastimes is photographing old doors. Did I manage to capture the spirit of this ancient passageway?
The hazelnut is just one of the many natural resources that flourish on the farms of Barbagia, in the heart of Sardinia. Every fall, locals busy themselves with the cultivation of the hazel tree, later turning their hazelnuts into delicious honey and creams. There are even entire festivals dedicated to the nuts of Sardinia!
This is my response to the weekly travel theme: brown.
Do you like the colour brown? I detest it but I love hazelnuts.
For over a month, rebel islanders have changed the way Google maps shows the island of Sardinia, by modifying town names to read in Sardo, the official language of the island.
As of October 14. 2013 Google responded by modifying all town names, back to Italian.
Map Sardinia in Italian
My Sardinian Life 