Sardinia at first sight
The very first time I travelled to Sardinia is still vivid in my memory. I was young and I was in love, I never surmised this would even take deeper roots. I lived in Milan at the time, a frenzy city that I have come to appreciate very much. My means were according to my status as an upstart worker, so my transportation was public. I did not spend money for a cabin or sleeping chair on the ferry that would take twelve hours to bring me from Genua to Porto Torres overnight. But I was young and I didn't care. I had planned to find myself a spot in a corner to lay down and get some sleep.
I was a bit wary. I politely refused but he insisted. He said he felt sorry for the young people that had to travel with soo little to spend and that he was glad he could be of some help. I answered him that it had been my free choice to travel this way, it was not something he should feel sorry about. This made him insist even more to share the cabin with me as he said he liked my answer very much. And so it happened that I made the first crossing from Genua to Porto Torres in a cabin talking about free will to a clergyman, my very first experience with Sardinian hospitality.
Descending at the station of Marrubiu-Terralba-Arborea my real experience with Sardinia began. Bit by bit I came to know what lay beyond those fields of sunburnt grass, dry bushes and immobile rocks and I am still discovering.