We are brave and a little crazy;
we are sweet strawberries picked when ripe and mulberry;
we are cliffs and cormorants;
we are homemade bread cooked in a wood-fired oven, schiaccia ‘briaca cake the way it used to be made, farmer’s ice cream and myrtle liqueur;
we are fruit and vegetables full of vitamins and in a good mood;
we are sea breezes and cork oaks knolls, sea daffodils in the dunes and pollinating bumblebees;
we are warm October days, farmers and thinkers, Aleatico wine and spelt;
we are real olive oil and yellow broom, toasted bread in September, almond milk and pappa col pomodoro;
we are lime plasters and accordion notes, meadows of Posidonia and kayaking on saltwater;
we are biking and glamping, artichokes, sunflowers and winter green manure;
we are warm soil underfoot and Mediterranean breezes drunk with sclerophyll oils;
we are hugs with panoramic views of the archipelago and exciting sunsets over the whale sanctuary, a crossroads for trekking and diving;
we are starry skies that you can still see and fireflies in May;
we are poppies swaying in the mistral winds and hedgehogs that remove the snails from the vegetable gardens;
we are an opportunity to have a different type of holiday: forget stressful noises, immerse yourself in true nature, the one that you live by getting your hands dirty in the vegetable garden, letting yourself be carried away by the smell of the sea, falling asleep in the pinewood, curling up in a hammock.
We are unexpected…
