“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!”
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.”
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!”