ISCHIA

The sun from the sea behind Vivara illuminates the cliffs with golden sparkles at the foot of the Castello Aragonese, along the “bridge” linking it to the big island.

I chose the way passing by the cemetery. It reminds me my teenage years.

The round shape of Vivara, the walls and the towers of the Castle in the background take form in the hands of the children playing with the sand and seawater.

In the centre of the beautiful hamlet of Sant’Alessandro, an arrow indicates the way to get to Spiaggia degli Inglesi.

I am looking at the Scarrupata, from the punt. I took it from the little pier of Ischia Ponte. Tabula rasa.

I am taking the risk. From the last hairpin bends, on the road leading to Maronti coast,

I am reaching the extreme south of the island, where there is the most exuberant beach:

You can get there from Sant’Angelo, by taxi boat, for the price of 7-10 euros.

You need to pass through Zaro wood to reach the cliff – non cliff:

The heat is hiding between pine needles. Cicadas are already singing.

It is the right time. I am reaching the beach. I am looking at the sun. It reflects on the waves of the sea to recognise itself.

I am walking from Casamicciola to Lacco Ameno.

I am waiting for the northwest wind: if the winds blow and make the sea surface vibrate with endless waves…

The breeze at the entrance of Cava Grado is penetrating into the reeds with its slow pace. It is a music.

The dark volcanic rocks of the promontory of Zaro,

5 pm. Here I am in Citara, house of Poseidon, one of the favourite foreigners’ destination.

It is the temple of the sunset and it reminds me that I would like to go to the beach.

The fine sand accompanies the way in the quiet blue lagoon, up to the cliff dividing and protecting it from the open sea.

By night, of course! During the day you can go by boat.