Sailing in Italy: A Journey of Sea, Light and Emotion

Life on board settled in naturally, as it does every year. The generous space of the boat, the light flooding through the saloon, and the open kitchen facing the horizon invite us to embrace the gentle rhythm of the sea. Under sail, the catamaran remains lively and stable, gliding gracefully across the water.
Each evening, we would gather on the flybridge, a glass of Italian wine or limoncello in hand, to watch the sun sink behind the hills.

Our first stop was Taormina, perched high above the Sicilian coast. Arriving by sea is a spectacle in itself: sheer cliffs, a suspended town, and golden light. We wandered through lively streets, visited nearby vineyards, tasted a volcanic wine of surprising intensity, then headed toward Mount Etna. Climbing its dark slopes and gazing over the Mediterranean was one of the highlights of the journey.

Next came the Aeolian Islands, unfolding their magic before us. In Lipari, we strolled through white alleys and colorful markets. Salina, more peaceful, charmed us with its green hills and the scent of capers, which we bought in bulk — so intense in flavor they seemed to capture all the Mediterranean sun. Then came Stromboli, with its majestic silhouette. At night, from the deck, we watched fiery bursts erupt from the volcano, red flashes against the black sky. The silence of the sea, broken only by the breathing of the volcano, left a lasting impression.

We then set course for Calabria, where Tropea rises proudly atop a cliff. The sea view is dizzying, and the evening light bathes the stone in golden hues. Further north, the small island of Cirella offered us a peaceful anchorage in crystal-clear blue waters, perfect for swimming and contemplation.

In Salerno, we rediscovered the charm of lively Italian towns: narrow streets, bustling markets, and the aromas of citrus and coffee. Sailing along the Amalfi Coast was pure enchantment. Amalfi, seen from the sea, is a masterpiece — colorful houses clinging to the mountainside, shimmering bell towers glowing in the sun.

A little further on, Positano appeared like a dream vision. Pastel houses cascade toward the sea, bougainvillea drape the walls, and colorful boats line the beach. Admiring the Italian coast from the water is a priceless privilege: every perched village and time-sculpted cliff takes on a magical dimension never felt from land.

Sorrento was an absolute favorite: gentle atmosphere and breathtaking views. We enjoyed an espresso on a terrace overlooking the sea, facing the Bay of Naples. In the evening, dinner at a fisherman’s home — a simple yet unforgettable moment.

We continued on to Naples, vibrant and buzzing, where the Spaccanapoli district delighted us. Getting lost in its historic alleys, breathing in the scent of fresh pizza, and admiring ancient façades was an intense and authentic experience.

Nearby, we visited Pompeii, the ancient city frozen in time by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius in 79 AD. Walking its stone-paved streets, exploring houses, baths, and frescoes, and imagining daily life before the catastrophe was both moving and fascinating.

Capri, seen from the south, is sublime. Its white cliffs, blue grottos, and secret coves create an almost unreal setting.

Then came Procida, small and full of charm, with brightly painted houses and fishermen’s restaurants lining the quays. We savored grilled fish, our feet almost in the water.

In Ischia, the castle perched on its islet seems to stand guard over the sea. The visit was fascinating, as were the beaches with colorful sun loungers, where we spent a blissfully lazy afternoon.