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A few days ago I read in the ‘corriere della sera’ an interview with Maria Franca Fissolo, widow of Michele Ferrero, the inventor of Nutella
Twenty years and one day, that is the time I have spent entering and leaving the different production centers of Italian public television. I was
Joaquín Sorolla is considered one of the greatest exponents of Spanish Impressionist painting. To mark the centenary of the Valencian artist’s death, the Consell de Mallorca is presenting an exclusive exhibition of 12 works that the painter produced during his stay on the island.
One of the fundamental rules of writing is to make oneself understood by one’s readers, never leaving anything to be taken for granted. For the uninitiated, CONDE NAST…
I happened to read in a specialised magazine that the new frontier of tourism is disconnection. This is more or less clear to everyone, those who go on holiday want to relax and rest from the stress of work, traffic and the hectic pace of urban life or simply enjoy a good time with the family…
Allow me to refer to a beautiful creation of LA MORENITA by quoting a very famous painting by René Magritte from 1929, which has become an icon of pop culture: ‘Ceci n’est pas une pipe’ (This is not a pipe).
A few days ago I was having lunch with a friend in one of the most emblazoned establishments on the island, I won’t mention the name so as not to influence future judgements or ideas which in my opinion cannot be judged with just one visit
A gift is always a pleasure and is in some respects a universal word, there are different ways to define a gift in the language of each country.
A few days ago I was driving my car on the motorway towards Antratx, at the Palmanova exit I noticed some cars slowing down, as an urban man, used to city traffic, I thought of an accident, but the cause of this momentary queue of cars was the crossing of a pedestrian, or rather an animal.
Sun for the body, who knows, maybe that’s what Don Antonio Xamena thought when he looked out to sea from the top of the small promontory of Illetas. In the 1950s, all that part of the coast was undeveloped, that house on the hill was the only visible construction, the rest was untouched nature.
During a dinner at a friends’ house, I came across an old book on craftsmanship in Mallorca, an authentic guide – complete with addresses and names – listing many of the ancient trades present in the island’s local communities, small businesses dedicated to the production of excellent agri-food products, typical crafts, from wood to leatherwork, from ceramics to wrought iron, which formed the maps of a genuine cultural heritage.
What I am going to share with you today is a beautiful story, and what makes stories beautiful (apart from the content) it is always the details…
When I say the word YELLOW I can’t help but think of the Hotel Bonsol, in its little cove overlooking the beautiful sea of Illetas, with its strictly YELLOW umbrellas, towels, mats and inflatables, an ochre yellow reminiscent of the iconic coastal summers of yesteryear.
Every year my iphone (and I suppose that of many) without my/our knowledge and with all good intentions (we hope) automatically creates a memory that usually coincides with a wide time span ranging from weeks to months, and even anniversaries.
Stessa spiaggia, stesso mare (Same beach, same sea) is the sixth studio album by the ‘divine’ Mina, released by the Italdisc label in 1963…
Arrivederci is an Italian greeting expression with a similar meaning in all languages, a temporary farewell between people who are parting with the certainty or rather the hope of seeing each other again.
With the calm of autumn and the cool winter just around the corner, we begin to take stock of the summer that has just passed and listen to the echoes of the voices of all those involved in this extraordinary season.
In our last blog post, we addressed the issue of overtourism and how this new form of tourism damages the very idea of a holiday. Indeed, if holidays were to become a job or a form of stress, they would not fulfil the primary meaning embodied in the etymology of the Latin word vacantia from vacans, the present participle of vacare meaning to be empty, free.