San Michele in the charm of the village of S. Angelo
Sant'Angelo, a small seaside village on the south of the island, on September 29 and 30, renews the homage to the Patron saint every year.
Don Vincenzo Fiorentino, son of the close village of Panza, has been parish priest of Sant’Angelo for over 50 years, leading one of the smallest parishes of the island, active as such since 1905 after years of “dependence” from the S. Parish Maria del Carmine in Serrara.
Tourists and villagers who do not hesitate to book their stay in the hotels in the area in advance expect these wonderful days annually.
Andar per cantine 2024
From 20 September to October 6, 2024 - Going to wineries Trekking in the vineyard, walks and tastings to discover the peasant island.
The sea is a craft that wakes up in the morning
To me the sea is the eternal union of my gaze, of my land, with the future horizon of infinity. It is the timeless projection, which manages to make past, present and future coexist in an eternal maliconic joy. It is the most ductile essence of human and animal matter; it is the absurd game of life that traces the origins of life in the cosmos.
The sea is liquid air
To me the sea is home. The course of the foam when I choose the corridor that runs along the abyss. Where I come from, where I am, where I will go. For me the sea is liquid air. To breathe with full sips of apnea. To me the sea is silence that makes castles in mid-air in depth. To me the sea is the vertigo of solitude every time I look down.
The sea is a family member
What is the sea for me? Better, who it is, since I do not distinguish it from a family member of the smallest circle, of those of whom I carry an important percentage of DNA. In fact, there was not a precise moment in which we met. It has always been a natural, even obvious presence.
I want to get close to the sky
If the sea is synonymous of liberation and escape from everyday life, the inexhaustible sense of infinity that takes your breath away at every step that brings you closer to the horizon