This will be a bit of a confessional. But, having just returned from a weeklong visit to Sardegna for the first time, during the hottest heat wave in a summer of heat waves, I have a few things I need to get off my chest.

For years, as I have come to know Italy more thoroughly, I’ve thought of this island as a sort of magical locale. Italians worship the place! They talk about it as though it is the ultimate Italian destination for enjoying the beloved il mare. They say those words with a kind of reverence you would think would be reserved for religion. But that is my point. Enjoying the sea is a religion for them. Il sole is the diety. And Sardegna would seem to be the Garden of Eden.
There’s another island floating out there too, known as Corsica and owned by the French. Bring this topic up to an Italian and they will tell you that Corsica is 2nd rate in comparison to Sardegna. Why, I ask innocently? It is more wild, they say, untamed, and you can get better food on Sardegna (because it is Italian)! I was on the Italian island for a week and the food we found there (and I was with an Italian man who considers himself an expert on cuisine) was sub-par and overpriced. In fact we never had a good meal. The pizza we ate in Cagliari, at a restaurant recommended by our boat skipper and therefore someone who should know, was the worst pizza I’ve ever had in Italy!
However, in my naïveté I thought Sardegna must be a type of Shangrala! I’ve been to Hawaii and tropical places in Mexico and along the Central American eastern coastline and thought it must be something along those lines. I’ve also been to Capri and thought maybe Sardegna was similar.
Sardegna seemed in my mind to be a place of unimaginable beauty and dare I say a bit elegant, kind of like Capri when Jackie O was photographed in Italy in the 1960s.
Although you can take a ferry to the island, most Italians think that taking the less than hour long flight from Rome to Cagliari is the best way to get to the island, and then rent a car at the airport. Before going, I thought of this journey as the height of elegance and privilege for those really “in the know” as a super real Italian sort of thing to do.
I’ve just spent 8 days and 7 nights there and while there is much I have already posted and will continue to say about the incredible clear aquamarine colored water; the mountainous coastal rock formations best seen as we did from a boat, with various types of interesting strata and caves and passages around, through and even under the rocks; and the 2 truly amazing archaeological sites, as for the rest, the juice was not worth the squeeze for me. And in the 40 decree Celsius weather, none of the good things about Sardinia made the trip worthwhile for me when I was ready to faint from the heat. I apologize if I sound like a spoiled brat, but I’m just being honest.

For people who know me, they might well ask: How in the hell did I wind up there in early August for a full week when I am a seasoned traveler who is quite discerning when it comes to making plans. And, everybody knows I do not like heat and intense sun. I once spent 2 months in Germany, almost by accident, to get away from a Florentine summer of heat.
While I take full responsibility for having gone on the trip, in a way I was hoodwinked on the dates. I’ve been seeing an Italian man for several months and living through drama on an operatic level. We discussed taking a trip together to Sardegna and agreed that the end of August, early September would be the best time. In August all Italians who can leave home for the sea or the mountains. My neighborhood in Florence feels a bit like a ghost town in August (which I actually enjoy; but don’t think too much about it: the historic center is alive and full of sweating miserable tourists). So naturally Sardegna is full to the brim with Italians in August and in September things calm down and the weather is more to my liking.

I was in Denver for 3 weeks this summer, returning to Italy on July 14. This friend of mine who lives in Rome needed me to come back to Italy ASAP, and, once I returned to Florence, he needed me to get to Rome ASAP. Such drama! But I was gullibly involved and lacking in discernment, even when I knew I knew better. I call it my period of temporary insanity. I can assure you, it is over.

I went to see him when I was still jet-lagged from traveling from Colorado, but also exhausted from 3 whirlwind weeks making major life changes in the USA. He excitedly shoved his phone under my nose with the details of a trip to Sardegna when I first saw him and while I assumed that he was suggesting end of August, early September as we discussed, but in fact he had chosen late July early August. We booked it, I wasn’t paying attention. When he said he needed to make reservations at the Rome airport to park his car while we were gone, I was confused as to why he would do that 5 to 6 weeks in advance. That’s when I found out we were leaving for the island in 10 days not 30 and would be traveling during the peak tourist and hottest time of the summer. OMG. omg. omg.
But we went. I saw Sardegna. And honestly, the water alone is enough reason to go!
While there, I learned that the Italian way of going to the beach means you go in the morning, pitch an umbrella, get wet, sunbathe, maybe drink some water (my companion didn’t plan ahead or he would have packed a picnic), get wet, maybe take a few strokes, chat up your neighbors on the sand, sunbathe, get wet, maybe go to the snack bar, but if you eat there you then wait an hour before getting wet again because everybody knows you can’t go in the water until an hour has passed (as a child I was told the same, but that was back in the dark ages and now it’s been disproven, but YOU try to convince an Italian that their superstition is just a superstition and see how far you get!).
You might think that it’s nice to relax in the shade at the snack bar in your swimsuit and sandy feet and that you’ll be headed back to the hotel after this nice pausa, but you are mistaken! You will go back to the umbrella the blanket you have purchased that morning from an African man who sells his wares along the beach, going back and forth in the hot sun all day, putting up with bargaining from cheap locals (including my companion who was absolutely embarrassing). Your Italian neighbors on the beach of still sunbathing, maybe listening to music with AirPods, but primarily lying in the sun until their skin is almost black. Every Italian’s back I saw on this trip, and I saw a lot because I was at the beach and on boats and everyone is casually dressed in swimsuits or sundresses, was dotted with moles that would send an American to the dermatologist yesterday!
Yes, I could see the beginnings of skin cancer in all of them as I huddled under the umbrella, smeared with sunblock, and wearing my hat as well.

Sardegna is interesting. I enjoyed the opportunity to go and see. I’m glad I went. I will never turn down a chance to travel and see something new.
I see no reason to ever return.
And, anyway, if I go back out to an Island in this sea, I want to see Corsica for myself.
For me, the coastline of mainland Italy is more beautiful that what I saw in Sardegna. I’m thinking of the beaches at The Gulf of La Spezia, nicknamed the Gulf of Poets on the north-western coast of Italy and part of the northern Tyrrhenian Sea, specifically of Ligurian Sea. It measures some 4.5 by 3 kilometers.
The gulf is named for the Italian city of La Spezia, located at its middle point; at the gulf extremities are the two tourist resorts of Lerici (eastern) and Porto Venere (western).
The British poet and dramatist Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned in the Gulf in 1822 when the sailing boat he was on, the Don Juan, sank due to a severe storm. A copy of poems by fellow British Romantic writer John Keats was found in his pocket when his body was recovered from the Gulf.
The beaches there are beautiful, with brightly colored umbrellas and services such as restaurants and bathrooms. If I ever get a hankering for a beach in Italy, I will head there, or to Via Reggio.
Arrividerci, Sardegna!
It was interesting!








































































































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