It looks like the Sahara yet it is not found in Africa. Heaps of sand shaped by the wind ready to "change clothes" thanks to the striking palette of natural colors. Sinuous dunes paint the image of an all-Italian desert. It is located in Sardinia along the West Coast. IS the earthly paradise of Torre dei Corsari.
Torre dei Corsari
Summer resort with numerous holiday homes. It is the village of Torre dei Corsari. A small hamlet of Arbus as well tourist destination developed in a strategic point. From here it is in fact possible to enjoy enchanting views. And indeed this had to happen in the past as well. After all, as the name suggests, Torre dei Corsari was born as a sighting place. Certainly not to admire distant landscapes but rather to protect the island from invasions by Saracen pirates. It was the XNUMXth century and the territory was part of the Spanish domain.
From the promontory of the ancient settlement not only was the sea scoured but much more could be seen. Today again, stretching your gaze to the south, the rocky coasts dominate the landscape. It's limestone cliffs. Huge walls that they plummet towards the sea creating a small cradle for the bay below. But by shifting our interest to the opposite point, to the north, here is what you do not expect. Or rather, that that perhaps you would not think to find in Italy. A vast golden expanse. The desert of Torre dei Corsari.
Golden desert and more
The golden desert is not the exclusive prerogative of Torre dei Corsari. Something similar is observed all along the green Coast. The western profile of the island in fact hosts landscapes characterized by sandy prominences. But only in a few coastal countries this desert offers curious plays of color. And this is what differentiates Torre dei Corsari. Whether you have seen a desert in person or only in photos, what is certain is that in the collective imagination we think of it as a vast space of very fine sand. A landscape that, however, is not static but changes continuously. The wind is the artist and sculptor par excellence. The same is true for the "Italian desert". The Mistral he becomes the architect. Plasma, shape, accumulate and take away. Those small grains of dust moved inland that give shape to soft dunes.
Nothing in particular so far. Yet there is something exceptional. White, pink and yellow. It's three o'clock shades that in spring color the desert. Those of the lily, the wallflower and the poppy. The power of life. The vegetation that sprouts even in the most "difficult" places. A picturesque land also appreciated by the "locals". As il cervo Sardinian who usually indulge in morning walks, when everything is still quiet. Among the high dunes, in the middle of a silent landscape, he could appear to you. With its huge stages as if he were the King of these places or a fairy-tale animal protagonist of an enchanted scenario. A colorful desert that stretches for more than a kilometer towards the sea. It is there waiting for you, ready to get excited perhaps under the orange hues of a heat sunset.
