(Cagliari – The Cathedral)
Each time I go back to Sardinia, I always ask for a window seat on the plane from Rome to Cagliari. I’ve already flown for several hours, an overnight flight from New York to Fiumicino, and I really need to make an effort to keep my eyes open. As soon as reach the Sardinian coast though, it’s like an alarm clock goes off , a ringing bell telling me I’m almost home. The love for my island has grown with time and distance. It’s true that you learn to appreciate things more when you don’t have them handy anymore and during all these years abroad, I’ve become more Sardinian than ever.
(Cagliari – on top of Bastione St. Remy)
I look out of the window again and the blue of the water is suddenly interrupted by the brown of the land, naked and deserted hills, with just a splash of green every now and then which is quite normal especially in summertime. Now the cornfields of the color of gold, gleaming under the sunlight, are right below me; this means we’ve just passed the outline of a village and each time I try to locate my town, Senorbi, where I was born and raised. It shouldn’t be difficult because of its unmistakable cross shape, but from up here they all look the same to me that I give up on my mission. Right before reaching Cagliari, the plane changes direction to position itself for landing and now the entire gulf is visible underneath: the famous “Golfo degli Angeli” (Angels’ gulf) with its “Sella del Diavolo” (devil’s saddle), Lucifer’s presence only reminder after he tried to rule this area and was chased away by the angels, according to the legend. The pilot announces we are preparing for landing at Elmas Airport and it seems like the plane is going to hit the water. I can breath a sigh of relief only after the impact with the runway tells me we have finally touched ground.
I’m home at last!