When I first arrived in Abruzzo, about 25 years ago, a very wise and dear friend took me to Roccalascio on a dull November morning. It was cold and snowflakes started to fall when we walked through the ghost village. Nobody was there, except the two of us. The magic of the moment was so perfect that, from then on, for me Roccacalascio is THE PLACE where to be wildly and immensely happy.
Words don’t come easy, an old 80’s tune said. Not for us here at Appetibilis. Words come far too easy because – I soon realised – when I devised the idea of this Appetibilis column, it was no use following the draft I had written. … Letters’ Anniversary 2016
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe
Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
And, by the incantation of this verse,
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
“Why do we think love is a magician? Because the whole power of magic consists in love. The work of magic is the attraction of one thing by another because of a certain affinity of nature.” ~Marsilio Ficino
In a stunning mountain area of Abruzzi little known to foreign visitors, within the province of Chieti [Kieti], there is the beautiful town of Pretoro – population 949. It is thought that an ancient settlement existed during the Bronze Age, whereas the current fortified borough was established sometime in the XII century…