The Roman ship dating back to the IV century A.D. was found in 1999 in the waters of Lido Marausa, in Trapani. Today, it will return to its splendor thanks...Read more
Venti anni fa, nel lontano 1998 Peppe Bianco creò una scuola di vela molto particolare, la GULLIVER ASD a Favignana. A parlarcene è Lilly Bianco, istruttrice di vela di questa...Read more
Qualche giorno fa è partito dal canale instagram di madeinegadi una nuova sfida chiamata #impressioni. Quello che si vuole fare con questo nuovo spazio intermediale è creare coinvolgimento. Chiunque sia...Read more
Continuando a camminare con tranquillità ma con attenzione, come richiede il tipo di passeggiata che stiamo facendo, ci appare in primo piano il Villaggio "L' Approdo di Ulisse" ci mostra...Read more
Photo © by Danila Galante, Emanuele Spanò and Francesco Piazza "I was particularly struck by the existence of a shelter for turtles, often victims of the plastic they mistake for...Read more
Two unmistakable symbols, the King of Favignana and the Queen of Lisbon. The red fin tuna that crosses the Mediterranean waters and the sardinha that ups the river Tagus to...Read more
It may have happened casually, but often nothing happens by chance. I was with my daughter Giulia and I was thinking about Johnny Depp, because we had seen together, a...Read more
Inside the island there is another island, which people do not know. The inhabitants of the island who get dirty with dust their shoes to see and admire the work...Read more
Sometimes things start like that, almost by accident. One shell is collected, then another, then another. You rinse it and look at it at home, away from its habitat. Details...Read more
Favignana. Limestone embedded in the treasure trove of two seas scattering their waters of emerald and lapislazuli. White stone, becoming dazzling splendor in summer, blazing sun, blazing salt that centuries...Read more
Those which cross Favignana Island are mostly dusty and white roads, protected by dry walls. Towards the faraglioni, instead, where the ground becomes greasy, the dust is red. Colors change,...Read more
In Favignana there are so many blue. Dark blue: intense, electric; the blue-green: peaceful, immense; the cobalt blue: enchanting, poetic; and blue turning to white as the wind swells the...Read more
"Donkey" are a childhood memory for me, when, looking at my grandmother's gate, I watched fascinated Ersilia, one of the elderly women in the country, in the courtyard, still working...Read more
When the sea is angry, we do not have to go in, Peppe the fisherman says, and when the weather is bad he repairs nets and traps. Nobody understands the...Read more
Impertinent seagulls look at you. Vain cats pose as models for tourists in the harbor. Busy ants carry in single line wild fennel seeds. Dogs stroll through the square and...Read more
Love is the key to everything. The key that opens Favignana's secret door, the sea butterfly where nothing is obvious. The love that the new barbarians, thrown from the hydrofoil...Read more
In the morning, before the sun starts tanning the skin and inviting tourists to the beaches, it is the moment when Favignana shows his most authentic face; it is the...Read more
The light is color and the color is light, and this is so true in Marettimo that they melt to give beauty even to the simple houses addresses. A fishing...Read more
It takes just a few days to enjoy the beauty, the nature, the inhabitants and the little tourism, but it’s enough to give you an idea of how charming and...Read more
Favignana, in May, is an unusual journey, full of surprises. The island is awakening from the winter numbness, but the wind still agitates the sea with continuous splashes. If, however,...Read more
It's never cold in Favignana. The only memory I have of a cold, really cold day, it is 30 December 1999. The day when I saw my father lying dead...Read more
Since we were children we had to learn to weigh stones with bare hands. It was a work of precision, order and harmony, an art handed down from generation to...Read more
"The mattanza was a celebration, always. It was like a sacred ritual, punctuated by cialome and prayers, but also by a force that united us all." Emilio’s eyes dampen with...Read more
Io sugno sutta a stu scogghio e vio sta gente srana chi mi talia cu sti cose curiuse mise 'ntallocchie. Pinso subito: "Iddre sunno i scorfani! E quanto malusangu fanno...Read more
She waves slowly, the butterfly on the sea. To the north the cliffs of Cala Rossa, where the fiery sunsets paint the distant echo of the battle that bloodied the...Read more