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Hiya 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 providing you with journey ideas, locations to go to, recommendation on easy methods to 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 give attention to. It is really easy to really feel misplaced with every part occurring 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 like 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 noticed, that is why we’ve to maintain going. As a result of nobody can distance us from our goals. Nobody can take away the love in our hearts. And no darkness lasts ceaselessly.

The lyrics I do know by coronary heart stuffed my thoughts as he performed:

Notte scura, notte senza la sera

Observe impotente

Observe 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 discovered 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 probably the most particular place on the earth to me.

The yr 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 past’s web page. The following one took my breath away. Sardinia, it stated. The colour of the water jolted me awake earlier than the espresso was completed brewing. I ran in and woke Matt up to have a look at it, and regardless that he was groggy and a bit of confused he agreed it was stunning and that we should always go in the future. I carried that photograph in my pockets for 4 years whereas we saved the cash for our first journey to Italy collectively.

Fully unaware of what to anticipate past stunning seashores, Sardegna was the shock of our lives. The water within the Golfo di Orosei on the japanese coast I can nonetheless really feel in my eyes prefer it burned into them itself. Intense, glowing, glowing turquoise. The sweetness is nearly incomprehensible.

Sardinia, nonetheless, is greater than that. Everybody we met was so extremely form. 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 truly seemed up, “what’s it about individuals in Sardinia?” Seems that hospitality is a part of their tradition that’s ingrained within the individuals 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. Now we have bonded with individuals there over our desire of purple wine, even when consuming fish. Our waitress advised us she did too and introduced us her favourite native purple to go with each my culurgiones and my husband’s seafood.

At a seashore 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 referred to 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 means of his personal most cancers, we had moved twice, however by means of it we had additionally discovered 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 a substitute, I felt complete once more. Restored.

That night after dinner Matt and I walked all the way down to the seashore at Bari Sardo. There’s an previous watch tower proper there on the seashore and rocks encompass it. As we did on our first journey, we climbed rigorously 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 stored enjoying in my thoughts, “Spunta la luna dal monte”. The moon peaks over the mountain.

In the present day, as a substitute of the calendar photograph of the place I wish to go to, I preserve a hyperlink to an house in Bari Sardo wanting over that water with me always to remind me the place I would like to stay in the future. To maintain my dream alive.

So, whereas we’re residing these unusual occasions, what can we do to assuage our spirits? We will pray. We will take heed to music. We will learn. We will examine. We will study a language. We will take heed 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 mild on these goals, there is no such thing as a telling what affect they’ll have on our lives.

Spunta la luna dal monte. The moon peaks over the mountain.