
Every summer I come to this beautiful Casa dell’ Amore, owned by my boyfriends family. They have been coming to Sardinia for forty years, witnessing the Aga Khan’s vision and golden age of Porto Cervo. This charming farm house near…

Every summer I come to this beautiful Casa dell’ Amore, owned by my boyfriends family. They have been coming to Sardinia for forty years, witnessing the Aga Khan’s vision and golden age of Porto Cervo. This charming farm house near…

From Goa to Sardinia, Yashu and Prem illuminate every place that they go! This beautiful store in San Pantaleo is filled with allegria, color and soul. This nomadic duo infuses humor, elegance and a carefree attitude to their designs. Tonight…

Every Thursday morning in the square of San Pantaleo, there is a beautiful market, filled with treasures and typical Sardinian delicacies. I love getting there early in the morning for breakfast at the little baretto, then making my way through…

Driving through the dirt road into the sunset surrounded by nature, reaching this serene and peaceful sanctuary Petra Segreta, nestled in the mountains of San Pantaleo. This charming hotel is a perfect place to spend a restful and therapeutic holiday…

San Pantaleo in Sardinia, is a beautiful little town nestled in the mountains. This charming place is inhabited by writers, painters and nomads. The main square, is straight out of a Fellini movie. A traditional church in the heart of…

Rosemary is an institution in Porto Cervo Sardinia, Susan has had her place for forty years. This laid back house, is one of my favorite place to see the sunset. Rosemary got its name from a cow that used to…

THE SEA SPIRIT I smile o’er the wrinkled blue Lo! the sea is fair, Smooth as the flow of a maiden’s hair; And the welkin’s light shines through Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue, And the little waves laugh and…

Love Song How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn’t touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things? I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in…

Nature O Nature! I do not aspire To be the highest in thy choir, – To be a meteor in thy sky, Or comet that may range on high; Only a zephyr that may blow Among the reeds by the…
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