“Is there not the
massive brilliant, out-flinging recklessness in the male soul, summed up in the
sudden word: Andiamo! Andiamo! Let us go on. Andiamo!—let us go hell knows
where, but let us go on. The splendid recklessness and passion that knows no
precept and no school-teacher, whose very molten spontaneity is its own guide”
We spent the most wondrous day on the water on
Friday. So, we decided to do it again on
Saturday, making our way to Palau to explore the little islands north, splashing
in the water, talking about Gramsci, Dante, and Italian history. The little one drove the boat for a bit. But Matteo,
dressed in blouse, led our tour. The day before we visited the national park
and island of Caprera where Garibaldi retired.
Saturday, we kept on exploring, swimming wherever we saw fit, trying to
make it across a straight here, to a beach there. From 1230 to 7 PM we boated around on a majestic
day. The little one dove off the boat, Matteo and Fatima looked at flowers,
exploring. And we darted about through some
of the most exquisite clear blue waters I have ever seen in my life.
Looking at a boy on a rock in an island in the
distance Matteo pointed out, “that was Matteo in 1978.” I met him eight years later. Thirty – two years later, here we are
vacationing with our families.
We’re moving into the interior today, to keep on
exploring the island.
D.H.
Lawrence wrote of the
calling:
Where then? Spain or Sardinia. Spain or Sardinia.
Sardinia, which is like nowhere. Sardinia, which has no history, no date, no
race, no offering. Let it be Sardinia. They say neither Romans nor Phoenicians,
Greeks nor Arabs ever subdued Sardinia. It lies outside; outside the circuit of
civilisation. Like the Basque lands. Sure enough, it is Italian now, with its
railways and its motor-omnibuses. But there is an uncaptured Sardinia still. It
lies within the net of this European civilisation, but it isn't landed yet. And
the net is getting old and tattered. A good many fish are slipping through the
net of the old European civilisation. Like that great whale of Russia. And
probably even Sardinia. Sardinia then. Let it be Sardinia.
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