cultural Return to the Aeolian Islands - Memories of a travelogue 21/08/2010 h 07.30
I climb on the ship. There's a little 'people. A lifetime ago, hand in hand with my grandfather, watching the great blue blades submerged in the same months a year moored at the port. Where was it? Where was carrying? In these islands there, that S. Agata seen sometimes subtle, sometimes so clearly that you seem to paddle boat to reach them, and sometimes not even exist.
Nearly three decades later, there is no longer his to hold my hand, the hydrofoils are not seen here, S. Agata has become more beautiful, and there is reorganized.
I sit on a bench on the upper deck, exposed. E 'dawn. Here the sun rises from behind the Nebrodi. It 's all gold, the water shines like a jewel of the port. I think of how many years have passed since I launched the universe desire to visit the Aeolian Islands, starting right here, from the village of my mother. Once upon a time, many men, so many discoveries.
The motor starts and I do not know because I'm about to cry. To the delight of a desire fulfilled, thanks to my parents who gave me this special day, they are there on the platform waiting for that leave, do not see them but I know that more will leave only after having seen into the deep. Thanks to God, which these days has been particularly strong, being content in every beat of my heart. And perhaps other tears that I had not paid and were there waiting for an excuse just to come out. Today I want to let me go to the emotions, in all, I am alone on the road and with good sunglasses, the ideal situation to bring out what there is to see for themselves. 8:00 h
sail. E 'will be a short stop in Capo D'Orlando, to retrieve the other and then to Alicudi. The guide, Salvatore, promises much, perhaps too much chatter. But yes, today I can endure even the pre-tourism, a little 'refresher will not hurt.
dock and leave again. I would like to see Dolphins, I scan the expanse of water, but nothing. That's fine.
h 10.00
After he finished singing the praises of Alicudi, with illuminating final dialogue between polenta and baby-daddy ("What language do they speak on the island?" Siciliano ") finally arrive at the port between the My attempts to punish insults to ignorance of tourists who believe the North to come here to do African safaris. Honestly, I am a little 'disappointed. Alicudi I mean, not to polentone. The appointment of the wild island has become a major tourist attraction, with the result of not being able to enjoy the silence that you expect to find. A bag of chips peeps disturbing the water in front of the quay ... August has arrived here unfortunately. I try not to set and follow the Savior on the steep track that then is the only way the country on which they develop the bar / restaurant, pharmacy / supermarket / tobacco, semieoliano style houses and the first of only two churches on the island (per 100 inhabitants are so many at the bottom). We meet a mule with its owner, and all polenturisti to take pictures. I look at them and the owner with the same expression, among the bored and annoyed. The more I climb up and over my bottle of supplements of salt are empty. The church is open away with a lot of pastor, elder and touching. We sit and we're listening to, while the statue of St. Bartholomew looks at us indulgently. I think the beach is waiting for me down, I do not care bags alluring, it is rather a question of flag on the moon, I DO THE BATHROOM! The green light of the Savior, I come out from the square, turning back, I see / get / pay totally on instinct (why I'll ask later), risking the mule with the maximum speed that allows me to flip-flops, I stop only for a few shots on the fly, I reach the beach, Jam on rocky lava and splash! The underwater visibility is impressive to the naked eye. Alicudi: conquered.
h 11:30
Thanks to timely polenturisti (you can always find the positive in all), and hot dipped risalpiamo Filicudi at a time. Among the words and the jokes a bit 'misogynistic Salvatore (unlucky in love, perhaps?), We pass to Reed, the Elephant and the caves. I try to shoot between polentone excited more for the purpose of illustration for inspiration. The beautiful landscape can not distract from a question that is printed on the skull would have been able to follow in the bucks on the steep stairs in the sun and travel back down to the beach? How many microseconds would have charged the usual symptoms of fatigue / intolerance / discomfort and would come back on the dock looking for a place in the shade (no water, for heaven's sake, the sea only to your very demanding conditions) where you can drink / eat / sit / philosophizing and to rule your distaste for such activity in August, ruin your day? Breathed a sigh of relief while anchored at the port. Absolute freedom until 15.00
along the promenade, the shops are varied, but almost exclusively food, a unique gift shop chic and a museum. Li will visit later. I get off the beach as to Alicudi, only much larger. Via the first bath, this time with a mask, and thank goodness because I have to do the slalom between jellyfish of all kinds: small and transparent, and tentacles dark, medium and dark pink deeper, older and quite disturbing. Not to play too stinging tentacles of Russian roulette, I conclude the bathroom quickly, and the alternate panipranzo salt water. The bottom is adorned with large stones anemones, sea urchins, and fish that look the same all'Addaura. Very nice. Filicudi won and elected an island favorite for the bathroom.
I'm going to help a young and reckless polenturista obviously affected by jellyfish on my tube ammonia. His grin reassured me feel good. As a token of gratitude gives me a bit 'caper that purchased in quantities imbrazzante and I try to bring them to my mom. Thank you but not to deprive her of that precious treasure I decide to wait for a visit to the local shops and then to Salina. Other
bathroom between three other jellyfish polentagrazie looking terrified almost to the shore and the second bathroom to snort missed. Haha!
The only annoyance of the day is constantly looking forward, but it's a good price to pay for an unforgettable day.
Half an hour before departure I leave the beach and try to wander the streets in search of capers and interesting stuff, but it seems that I want to get away from a spider hole. I visit the mini-museum where the meeting of Roman millstones on which Salvatore had tortured us to let us spot abandoned for centuries on a slope of the island (I am sure that many have confirmed they have seen them just to shut him up once and for all) and other tools of traditional fishing and agriculture. In 10 minutes I saw everything, really everything, I find there a step bench and the remaining time of waiting, that look between and the other ends soon.
h 15.00
At the time of Salina, Lipari pass by, and my eyes still glued on the white streaks of pumice, and relive the crazy ride around the island and much more. Lucciconi are back, luckily they are all distracted by the polenturisti Salina and Savior who talks and talks and talks ....
We enter the harbor, and watch the impressive green mountains of Salina, as beautiful as I remembered, maybe more. Apart from the mini-tour, and behind a kiosk, I saw a poster milonguero, I smile: here came this disease!
As Alicudi, after visiting the church ritual, all free for an hour or so. I organize: a 10-minute survey to instinct souvenir shops, I find the capers, a shell from the neck to bring me in perfect style siren vain, and I sling on the beach. Small, but strikes me as the red and the black pebbles of lava, and curious fish that I tickle her legs (perhaps have exchanged for my hair algae? Should I feel offended?).
gilded
I enjoy the colors of the sunset, the water that seems from another planet, the fit of unrealistic images and the last moments of earthly paradise. Salina: conquered and loved.
17:40
leave the port of Salina, and back towards the Sicilian coast, I see the stacks of Lipari where I went swimming a few years ago, to see them from so far and recognize squeezes the bowel. And then look at Vulcan will be the last to say goodbye.
The sun is nearly on the horizon, and the crossing becomes cold and damp, as the flow of my thoughts. But that's another story
20:00
After the stop at Capo d'Orlando gives me a beautiful sunset to capture, scroll down the coast to see the houses of St. Agatha. See my country from this perspective has a strange effect. I like it and for a while 'I get distracted by the wind that wet clothes sticking to the skin making me shiver.
docked at the port with the first evening star and the moon almost full. Aeolian hello, see you soon!
gilded 
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