Wishing you all a safe, successful, and happy New Year filled with love, joy and peace.
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See you in Sardinia my friends.
The art of getting lost is an easy task if you don’t know where you are going and are not prepared to get lost. I don’t get lost as much as I used to, like that time in Dublin, Copenhagen, Australia or even Brasil. The art of losing oneself in Sardinia is spectacular, mind-boggling and a full frontal attack on all human senses. I often lose myself to the spectacular panorama, the rising sun or the setting full-moon, the endless crashing of waves and even in a plate of traditional gnocchi Sardi topped with aged pecorino cheese and a glass or two of cannonau (Sardinia’s earthy, red wine).
What I don’t do, ever, is get lost in a maze like the photo below.
I prefer to walk on the road often traveled, however, every once in awhile I like stray from the path to adventures unknown with my trusted Sardinian sidekick showing me the way.
Go on and get lost, just be sure to come back and tell me all about it.
Which road would you prefer to walk on?
A simple snapshot of one of the most romantic towns I’ve found in Sardinia.
Go ahead and explore her ancient alleys and mythologies. I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Valle della Luna – a mecca in the 60’s and known all over Sardinia as a hippie hangout, is one of the most surreal and controversial places I have ever seen. A vast valley in the north of Sardinia made up of colossal granite formations and where seven different valleys carry you to the sea or deep into the crevasses of Sardinia’s interior.
It’s surreal in the sense of being on a film set, it doesn’t feel real. The massive formations of granite take on shapes and faces, bringing alive the valley and its ghosts. Surreal because you are instantly transported to another absurd, panoramic view that leaves one in awe, in awe of earth and life.
Controversial because of the people who live deep within Valle della Luna’s grottos and mountainous terrains, people who live freely, people who still adopt the same principles and lifestyles of those famous hippies of the 60’s. Controversial because some people want to stop that lifestyle.
Valle della Luna, one of the most spectacular places I have ever seen and I’m eager to discover her seven hidden valleys.
Running. It’s relaxing, clears the mind, gets the body pumping and, if you’re a distance runner, you can witness stunning views like this treasure of a running road in Sardinia, Italy.
Sardinian cork oak grows in abundance in the northwestern part of the island. The forests are large and breathtaking and the capital of cork in Sardinia is a small mountain town called Calangianus in the province of Olbia-Tempio.
Cork planks are used to create some fascinating items like: kitchen utensils, serving trays, containers, insulation, spice stands and various souvenirs like: purses, notebooks and postcards.
Cork oak is first harvested when the tree reaches the age of 25-30 years and then harvested every 10 years after. The lifespan of a cork oak 150 years.
Have you checked your cork lately?
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.
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.
My Sardinian Life 