I love to call it "sea of effort."
It ‘a different sea, that of the Conero and its Riviera. Atypical and not for everyone, despite the lack of the blazon of much sought-after seaside resorts. I love to call “fatigue sea” because every beach, every cove, can be reached after a fairly long descent, more or less impervious. Sometimes there’s a road, others a path that gives surprising and unexpected views. Unexpected for this place, for the Adriatic, for the italian region Marche.
The Conero, I said. At only 572 meters above sea level normally it could not bear the Mountain title. Yet he succeeds, with its white rock overlooking the sea and its Mediterranean machine, full of colors and smells that you carry in your heart since you are a child, you’ll carry within you forever. The Conero. You are coming from North or South appears in his unmistakable silhouette. “House” is what you unconsciously think about it every time I see him, returning from a short trip or long.
And it surrounded by places that I have given for a long time taken for granted, but now, thanks to adulthood, I end up appreciating each day.
There is the Bay of Portonovo, with its still primitive and wild beaches, as Mezzavalle and Vela. So unique, so too rewarding for those who have seen so many times and breathtaking for those who observe the first time. There are San Michele and Sassi Blacks. With the mountain and the forest of pines and firs behind, just steps from the water. And there are, then, Le Due Sorelle. My heart place, that is full of memories, one of my favorites in the world. Two stacks towering, almost magnetic. Absolute symbol of the Riviera, a source of stories and legends. A pearl that I could look equally endlessly trying new sensations and emotions.