Portopiccolo divides opinion. Some people say it’s not a “real” Italian village because it was built from scratch. Maybe that’s true. But here’s the thing: when the evening sun paints the streets in golden light, children are playing in the square, people are laughing, glasses are clinking, and the aroma of freshly baked pizza fills the air… it suddenly doesn’t matter anymore. You can’t build atmosphere with concrete. Atmosphere is created by people. And this place has plenty

Back at CANTIERE NAUTICO Planais, where my trimaran has been patiently waiting for spring. Today marks the first stage of de-winterizing...