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Howdy and welcome to the Ardour for Italy Podcast. That is Lindsay, from the Tampa, Florida workplace. Include us this week to Sardinia.
It has been a tough few months, has it not? I’ve to confess, this week I’ve been struggling. What can we are saying throughout these occasions? Ordinarily we might be supplying you with journey suggestions, locations to go to, recommendation on how you can navigate the trains. We’ll get there once more, and all of us pray it will likely be quickly, however proper now, we’re hurting. Our pals and suppliers are hurting. As People are nonetheless prohibited from visiting Italy, I discovered myself this week questioning what to say, what to deal with. It is really easy to really feel misplaced with all the things happening is not it?
We turned on the information one night this week. I sighed my nightly sigh. Right here we go once more. Extra concern. Extra anger. Extra uncertainty. Extra isolation.
However then, my husband picked up his guitar and started to play the primary few notes of Spunta la Luna Dal Monte, a music we love by Andrea Parodi and Pierangelo Bertoli. It is sung in a mixture of Italian and Sardinian. As he performed, we checked out one another and instantly, my spirit calmed. I spotted, for this reason we now have to maintain going. As a result of nobody can distance us from our desires. Nobody can take away the love in our hearts. And no darkness lasts without end.
The lyrics I do know by coronary heart crammed my thoughts as he performed:
Notte scura, notte senza la sera
Word impotente
Word guerriera
Per altre vie, con le mani, le mie
Cerco le tue, cerco noi due
Spunta la luna dal monte
English:
Darkish night time, night time with out night
Defenseless night time, warrior night time
In different methods, with arms, my very own
I am trying to find yours, I am trying to find the 2 of us.
The moon peaks over the mountain
We realized this music, and lots of others by Andrea Parodi and Tazenda, the band he used to sing with, after our final journey to Sardinia.
As our boat paused for lunch within the glowing Piscina di Venere on the Golfo di Orosei, the music got here on. It was in my head the remainder of our journey till we acquired house and seemed it as much as study all of the phrases.
Spunta la luna dal monte. The moon peaks over the mountain.
Sardinia is essentially the most particular place on the earth to me.
The 12 months we acquired married my mother and father gave Matt and I a mini day-to-day calendar of Italy. One morning round 5AM I stumbled to the counter and pulled off the day gone by’s web page. The subsequent one took my breath away. Sardinia, it mentioned. The colour of the water jolted me awake earlier than the espresso was completed brewing. I ran in and woke Matt up to take a look at it, and regardless that he was groggy and a bit of confused he agreed it was stunning and that we must always go in the future. I carried that picture in my pockets for 4 years whereas we saved the cash for our first journey to Italy collectively.
Utterly unaware of what to anticipate past stunning seashores, Sardegna was the shock of our lives. The water within the Golfo di Orosei on the jap coast I can nonetheless really feel in my eyes prefer it burned itself into them. Intense, glowing, glowing turquoise. The wonder is sort of incomprehensible.
Sardinia, nevertheless, is greater than that. Everybody we met was so extremely variety. They took the time to speak with us that made us really feel like cared, like we had one thing in widespread, like we had been house.
After we returned from the primary journey I really seemed up, “what’s it about folks in Sardinia?” Seems that hospitality is a part of their tradition that’s ingrained within the folks from childhood. The truth that we felt it with out ever being advised that may be a testomony to the heat of their souls.
The extra time I spend there, the extra I really feel this. We’ve bonded with folks there over our desire of pink wine, even when consuming fish. Our waitress advised us she did too and introduced us her favourite native pink to go with each my culurgiones and my husband’s seafood.
At a seaside bar earlier than excessive season we sat and talked with the barman for hours. Drawing a lobster on a paper serviette, he taught us the phrase for lobster is aragosta and helped Matt select his personal for dinner that night time. We dined that night in paradise because the golden solar sank into the iridescent sea.
DH Lawrence wrote in his journey memoir, Sea and Sardinia:
This land resembles no different place. Sardinia is one thing else. Enchanting areas and distances to travel- nothing completed, nothing definitive. It’s like freedom itself.
Nowhere is that freedom displayed like is it on a ship with captain Sergio and chef Salvatore, getting back from a magical day within the beautiful Golfo di Orosei. Each shade of teal melts into emerald and deep blue and lavender on the horizon. White cliffs dotted with inexperienced shrubs known as macchie rise out of the ocean proving that God is the best architect and painter. As we let the sweetness wash over us, seagulls swoop down one after the other to take a scrap of fish from the fingertips our chef who ready it no extra for us than for them, after which they soar as soon as extra above the island they name house.
Freedom itself.
The final day we spent doing this boat tour it had been three lengthy and painful years since we first found it. I had misplaced my mother, my dad fought by his personal most cancers, we had moved twice, however by it we had additionally realized much more about this place, dreamed of it each single day. As I watched all of it crusing by, I felt one thing deep inside my coronary heart. Like God was therapeutic me right here and now. I anticipated to be unhappy on this return journey, however as an alternative, I felt complete once more. Restored.
That night after dinner Matt and I walked all the way down to the seaside at Bari Sardo. There may be an outdated watch tower proper there on the seaside and rocks encompass it. As we did on our first journey, we climbed fastidiously across the tower and out onto the rocks. We watched the moon because it danced on the water and chatted about what the day had meant to every of us. I’ve by no means felt extra at house, extra at one with a spot or an individual. Siting there, the one line of the music I knew saved taking part in in my thoughts, “Spunta la luna dal monte”. The moon peaks over the mountain.
Right now, as an alternative of the calendar picture of the place I need to go to, I maintain a hyperlink to an residence in Bari Sardo trying over that water with me always to remind me the place I would like to reside in the future. To maintain my dream alive.
So, whereas we’re dwelling these unusual occasions, what can we do to assuage our spirits? We will pray. We will hearken to music. We will learn. We will research. We will study a language. We will hearken to the little voice inside us pulling us to someplace but unknown. We will dream. And when the moon peaks over this darkness and shines gentle on these desires, there isn’t any telling what affect they are going to have on our lives.
Spunta la luna dal monte. The moon peaks over the mountain.