“The name of Italy has magic in its very syllables.”
When you think of surf in Europe, how far into the mental rolodex do you have to slide before Italy greases open a neuron?
France, Portugal, Spain are the pillars of surf from the Old World leaving the land birthed by Romulus and Remus as a core destination for foodies rather than frothers,
But, artists, those with an abstract eye, possess the innate ability to blow breath onto dormant or unnoticed things.
After seeing a photo, with its palm trees and water color, that seemed to come from some island near the equator but was revealed to be Italy, a message was dispatched to Italian photographer Andrea Giana to peel some skin off the Italian fruits.
Now, Italy ain’t known for its waves so I asked Andrea how is it to snatch an image that looks appealing? He tells me it’s easy, there’s so many epic lil spots.
Want to tell me where they are?
“The waves here in Liguria are very much on reef breaks, our spot was formed long ago after the war years (World War II), where in a very rainy period there were great floods and where they brought a lot of debris and rubble,” he says. “The locals thought of throwing all the rubble into the sea and slowly with the currents a particular point has formed. All thanks to our elders!”
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One of his photos is of surfing at midnight because of Covid restrictions.
“My post spoke clearly and said that you could play night sports but only up to the established hours, because we are very respectful first of all of ourselves but above all also of the others. We hope to soon get out of this situation that is bringing all of Italy to its knees and beyond.”
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Gimme me the three best joints to go surfing.
“Definitely my sweet home, then Levanto and Sicily and Sardinia.”
Tell me three things I need to know about Italian surfing.
“Passion, dedication and above all … attention!”
Nothing here – sry.
Yeeepppp …. hence the kindred spirits (hysterical, btw)
I was just joking, mate.
Shhhh.
Dont let Kelly know its an artificial reef
Fuck that, I wanna meet that Hawaiian photog who ended up doing the nude photos of those girls who were in the Maui and sons ads. Was it Vince Cavataio? Holy crap that’s a job I want.
The food is fucking epic!
Gotta agree, plus amazing history, beautiful well dressed people, art, architecture and (my personal favourite) best paced lifestyle of anywhere I’ve been. If you travel there for surf you need your head checked.
Italy is wonderful. The surf is a bonus, but more consistent than you’d think.
My uncle took me to a “restaurant” at the bottom of a mountain in Naples. At the base they carved a flat piece about 30×30 feet and placed tiles on the floor. Fit 6 tables . Mediterranean water 8 feet from your table . 2 small skiffs tied to the rocks . The kitchen was 10×10 white stucco with an open window and door so you could see how the chef was cooking. No menu.,.. “this is what we caught today,,,,?this is what the garden had ripe….” no insurance, no LLC…. wine with no name from the cantina … 30 euros…. one secret I wrestled from my uncle that night, which he was reluctant to give::: that volcanic ash earth yields ripe gardens ….
There is a spot like that in Vicco that only Wiggs goes. Needs at least 10ft S swell and S wind. Very rare to get the S swell. Nearly always too much W in it. If you find it. You will find me there.
There’s a spot like that on the south coast of WA … its offshore in a southerly!
Thanks for the mind surf. Needed it.
Samesies.
He’s fucking blown it now.
I wonder if the local mob will become enforcers a la Japan?
Will the local version of ‘Kook’ become ‘Merd’?
How does Berlesconi feature in all this?
Soooooo many questions
I wanna know how LCN fits in?
Quite the surf trip, mafia run – all the drugs you could ever want, women on tap/bunga bunga parties at night, volcano tours when the surf sux. 100% in. Even if I have to clip someone.
Blue colla Italians hate them . Especially in the south where they are no longer in the shadows. They have street urchins pulling off petty theft…. it’s becoming rampant and truly dangerous. There was a time , in the early ‘90’s , when if you didn’t pay for protection they simply blew up yr store right before you went to unlock the door in the morning while walking towards it (so you could see) (happened to my cousins uncle )…… the good ‘ol days
Oh I’ve no doubt. I like the Hollywood version. Real life = low life’s.
A horse head in your car when you get out of the water?
Andrea now sleeps with the fishes.
Bunga bunga!
Cowa-bunga-bunga!