Filucudi I sipped it like a shot of Malvasia, typical wine of the Aeolian Islands. I sipped it slowly, taking it in small doses, letting myself be lulled by its intense color and strong and sweet taste.
filicudi I saw it emerge in the middle of that cloud of sky and sea like a green dot, more and more intense and stronger and stronger. Then suddenly I saw it all: an intense green, almost like the one I used as a child to color the foliage of the trees.
Before touching the ground, thanks to the Tour organized by Imperatore Travel I took a bath near the Beaches of the Tips, where the water is clear and fresh that seems to have gone back in time. A first taste, just to wet your lips and whet my curiosity
After lunch on board based on arancini and Aeolian salad, I'm ready for the big meeting: Filicudi is shy and silent, just like Alicudi. A small port with fishermen with faces petrified by the sun and bad weather, a herd of tourists whirls along the course of the island.
Also in this case we rely on the mule track in the direction of Neolithic village. The route is made up of silences interspersed with the noise of the ships and hydrofoils arriving in Filicudi. Nature rules the road, leaving the right space for its inhabitants to live there. The sky decides to dismiss the clouds and let us admire the landscape filtered by the sun's rays: suddenly the colors come back alive and lively that seem to be dressed up. The splendor of the landscape distracts me and my travel companions who in the end we don't have time to go up to the Village.
Getting on the hydrofoil I was enjoying the last sip of Filicudi. Or almost, because it wasn't over yet: it's there Cove of the Ox Marino. Its extraordinary natural beauty makes me awe and silences me: the rocking of the waves that break on the rock have the same elegance as a woman in heels; the blue shows me all its shades, while the rocks shine in their age-old strength. They explain to me that until recently, the Grotto was the favorite place for monk seals to lay their eggs. The name of the cave comes from the "sound" of the beating of the waves, similar to the roar of the ox.
Discovering Filicudi was just like sipping a glass of Malvasia: unique and intense taste, sweet but at the same time strong and wild.
To reach Filicudi you can consult the timetables of Siremar and Ustica Lines.
