Return to Origins
I had never realized how important it was to return to a way of traveling that you thought you had forgotten. November 2024, Sardinia: two weeks, the first one in a van, rediscovering the beauty of slow movement that had marked my childhood.
The arrival in Cagliari was sweet and peaceful. The city center showed itself in its autumn dress, without the summer frenzy, perfect for an evening stroll that anticipated what would be the tone of the entire journey. The next day, a bike ride through the salt flats and city beaches. Birdwatching among flamingos and, incredibly, parrots. I had been to these same places seven years before and there were no parrots. Amazing how they adapted so easily and reproduced, probably escaped from someone's home to conquer a new Mediterranean freedom.
And then, culinary betrayal: after the ride, rushing to eat Brazilian açaí. In love with this superfood since September, after a trip to Portugal, I discover that among the very few Italian cities to have this chain is precisely Cagliari. I couldn't not go, betraying the beloved Sicilian granita. As a Sicilian, I admit my guilt, but açaí with its infinite toppings from nuts to fresh fruit has an irresistible charm.

The Van and Childhood Memory
Then comes the moment: getting into the rented van. I wouldn't be driving it, I was terrified at the mere thought. Today, driving a van every day, I regret not even trying it. The possibility of driving it in November, without the chaos of high season, with those breathtaking landscapes and that absolute tranquility...
The van trip was fantastic and instantly brought me back to my childhood in my family's old camper. I hadn't been in a camper for more than ten years, but I had grown up traveling that way. Rediscovering the beauty of freedom to move, to sleep wherever you want, with that slowness that today seems like a luxury. For me this is real travel: not using planes, seeing the landscape change gradually, adapting to the climate and challenges of the place, fully enjoying its beauty with calm.
Returning to this awareness I had lost was incredible. I feel truly fortunate and thank my parents for the numerous camper trips we shared together, for teaching me the slowness and beauty of Italy.

Hidden Sardinia
As a family, in the camper, we had never been to Sardinia, despite having seen practically all of Italy. I discovered incredible beauty, especially in the less touristy places. Beyond the famous postcard beaches, Sardinia has an extraordinary hinterland: fantastic wildlife, deer that wake you up at night with their calls echoing in the nocturnal silence around the van.

The mountains near Iglesias, not very high but full of vegetation and breathtaking views. And then Nebida, with its cliffs of a beauty that needs no filters, laden with millenary geological history. The sunset I saw from there remains one of those moments when you understand why you chose to travel slowly. Only by truly stopping can you realize how much more beautiful the world is than you imagined.

An Invitation to Slowness
There's a lesson this journey reminded me of forcefully: slow movement is not just a way of traveling, it's a way of living. When you move by van, car, bike or on foot, the journey itself becomes the destination. Every kilometer has meaning, every stop is a choice, every view is a gift you've earned through patience.
In an era of low-cost flights and hit-and-run weekends, rediscovering slowness is almost a revolutionary act. It's choosing to see how vegetation changes, how light transforms, how each region has its own smells and sounds. It's realizing that Italy is incredibly varied and beautiful, and that often the most touristy places are just the surface of a much deeper beauty.

I hope this story can inspire readers to experiment with slow travel: by car, van, bike or on foot. To avoid air travel when possible and rediscover the pleasure of moving at your own pace, following curiosity more than schedules.
Because in the end, as I rediscovered in that Sardinian week, on that journey I wasn't going somewhere. I was returning to a rhythm that our body and mind recognize as natural.

📻 Soundtrack
📻 Colonna Sonora

🎵 Caricamento...
YouTube Music
The sweet melancholy of 'When I Grow Up' by First Aid Kit perfectly reflects the feeling of this journey: not nostalgia for its own sake, but the rediscovery of who we truly are when we return to our natural rhythms.