Sea view
Sea view
BY CIRO CENATIEMPO
Where are you? If you sail off-shore, on board anything you float, a little away from the human affairs, the mission is already completed, in part. Or - and you are part of the majority - you find yourself paralìa, as the Greeks say, to indicate with a single word, delicate and musical, all the rest: beach, coast, marina, coast, shore, shore, shore, beach. If so, the adventure is about to begin. Wherever your temporary and holiday point of gravity is, you’re at the sea, in, above or below, in the middle of the summer of the baths.
Anywhere in Ischia, overlooking a cliff, in the shade of a terrace overlooking the gardens that explode with flowers; in a cellar dug between the tuff blocks; on the top of Mount Epomeo that sees and dominates everything; in the woods between goats and erratic boulders; to bask in a thermal pool; to mirror yourself in a shop window that is not too compulsive; or sleeping in the the summertime you will not escape the fatal attraction of the shore. Here you are! With your feet soaked in the gentle, rolling cradle of the morning, easy, easy. You can tone up with a series of free style armfuls accompanied by the afternoon breeze. Ah, do you prefer instead the endless ritual of tanning between one drink and another under the umbrella? Sure. But there are those who do not intend to miss the semi-deep immersion in the teeming parades of life. Ah, then there is an aperitif with bubbles and also a dinner booked by candlelight in the restaurant-bathing establishment. Or, again, an appointment at the port. The dress code? Bright colors. Hey, there is also the soundtrack of the lapping and the slow grinding of the rigging of sailing ships moored with sovereign dignity to the slightly vintage bollards. Come on. A few dives, the ankles massaged by the slight undertow; a surf test and a yoga experience; a run on hot sand and a stretching exercise for the buttocks because you chose an uncomfortable rock, eh? And are there baby armrests? The mask or the glasses? The fins, no. And the tickets for an island tour on the tourist boat, did you buy them? Don’t forget to drink. No plastic bottles though, no cigarette butts, leave here and there, please. In summary. If you are a pleasure boat and armed / compass, you cannot ignore the fact that Ischia is a crazy magnet for your needle and your ego, both focused on relaxation and fun. If you sleep in a hotel, villa, b & b, apartment you have already realized that the alarm clock has a primordial impulse that frees the senses and sounds: what sea is it? It's time to go and see what the sea is like.
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