This morning I woke up and thought of lilies and islands.
The first time he took me there was during my first visit of him and Italy. No talk of the future (and barely any talk at all since his English was still in the making and my Italian was only theoretical), no worries and no dog. Only the heat and, to my amazement, Costa Concordia still on its hip. It was here, almost on the shore of Isola del Giglio (“Lily Island”), that it capsized in 2012.
First we visited one beach and then walked almost an hour to the second one (“But why?” I know now was on his mind). He didn’t go into the sea with me but patiently waited in the scorching sun without a hat. Then a curious young seagull came to check us out and he wrote in my little notebook that even the bird had come to see my beauty.
It is two years since we visited it the second time with Bestia and the photos below are from then. After the one-hour ferry ride (which I showed you here), this time we took the bus that passes the old town on the hill in the middle of the island, which we didn’t explore, and reaches the shore again on the other side where there is another beach Campese and a lovely old defence tower. This was Bestia’s first bus ride and he almost asked the lady driver if she could take it easy on those bends. Talking about precision.
We spent a lovely day not on the beach but on the rocks a bit further along. He is a sandy man and I am a rocky woman. I love it when he does it my way and I can see in his demeanour that without me he would NEVER consider choosing that spot and still he tolerates the discomfort without grief. It was the end of May and I jumped into the heavenly blue water. I’m quite sure Bestia followed.
It was one of those long, calm, memorable days just in time, and this morning for some reason I thought of it. Here it is in twenty blinks. (Click on the first photo to disembark.)
Photo: © signature mmm