I live in a certain type of paradise. No matter how touristy it may sound, here in the heart of the Mediterranean, you may still find lots of untouched beaches where the sound of waves kissing the shore is your only companion.

And I love it. Can you immagine it? A beautiful pebble beach with crystal clear sea and great blue sky only for you…

Even if you don`t won`t to bother with it, and you choose a beach with few people already on it, you will still get a relaxation and piece and quite that you need. The people on it, like yourself, are looking for the same thing so that everyone respect the silent mode.

Well…almost everyone.

Living on such a place, we are used to tourists, people from all the world are coming here and they are all wellcome but one thing scare us all: August. Why August? `Cause this is the time of  Ferragosto, the Italian holiday season.

I love Italians. Have few Italian friends and they are all very cheerful, friendly and passionate but there is one annoying thing they all share – they are noisy. Extremly noisy. Incredibly noisy. And they just don`t realize how it effects people around them. They don`t even see, or better hear, the difference between them and others. Completly ignorant.


Last summer, a lovely beach in the suburbs. You can hear only the sound of waves, hushing few seagulls. There are 15 people on the beach, all talking silently and enjoying. Chilling. Until…

A car came. With Italian plates. And the got cavalry out: mamma, pappa`, nonna (who takes his mother in a law on the vacation?!?oh yes, the Italians!) and a small Italian bambino. Then they started to take out the logistic from the car: 10 towels, 4 fridges, 5 balls, 18 kg of fruit, 12 bottles of aqua minerale,…

After the camp was settled, they went into the water. All 4 of them. And that luscious ravishing regenerating time of complete wellness was over, suddenly ended with extermely rasping voices screaming:

Mamma: „E`insalata l`aqua?“

Nonna: „Si, e`insalata!“

Pappa`: „Ma come, e`insalata l`aqua?’“

Mamma: „Ma l`aqua e`insalata!“

Nonna. „Si, e`insalata!“

And like that for 20 minutes! Incredible! The bambino have realized that the water is salty as soon as he entered in the damn water! And I am sure that the rest of the people there where pretty aware of it!!! And why the hell are you yelling?!? And talking all in the same time?!?

15 people were enjoying in peace and quite, respecting each other before you arrived. Why, oh why are you screaming?!? We are not deaf!

Then you have the thing with the driving. It`s a classical fight in the arena for them. They are always speeding, double-parking, not looking at the signs, not respecting other drivers or usual traffic laws, like the rules don`t apply to them. Last summer we were watching a genious which didn`t want to wait in the que during the rush hour, and literally tried to SLIP GENTLY behind policeman`s back without being seen!?!? With the Mercedes?!?! The cop couldn`t bealive his own eyes…

And it`s not like they do it on purpose – it`s just the way they are. We now they don`t mean a thing, they are just… Italians. It is their way. And this is why you just can`t be mad on them, at least not for long. At least till nex August;-)