17/09/2026
We left the sea behind almost without noticing and started making our way inland. The further we went, the more Sardinia seemed to change in front of us. The roads became narrower, the villages smaller and quieter, and the landscape rougher, wilder, somehow more authentic.
I found myself looking out of the window for long stretches without feeling the need to say anything. There were only the mountains, the Mediterranean scrub, the dry-stone walls, the scattered houses and that particular light that seems to belong only to these places.
This is a different Sardinia from the one we usually imagine. There are no beaches to reach or sunsets over the sea to wait for. Instead, there are roads to follow without rushing, small villages where life still seems to move at its own pace, and people who carry stories, traditions and ways of living that time has not completely erased.
And perhaps that is what stayed with me the most: the feeling of entering a place that doesn’t need to show itself off. You simply have to stop, look around and let the silence become part of the journey.
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ph: alessio christian melis
