Ischia Island

Ischia, so beautiful and so prosperous was the island where the Greeks decided to stop during their travels in search of new worlds to colonize. Ischia is so large that its insularity can be forgotten, despite the fact that it is precisely its status as an island that makes it a paradise where the rhythm of existence blends perfectly with that of nature, which is queen here.

Those who have landed in Ischia even once will always carry it in their hearts and knotted to their senses will be all the scents of the island: moss and resin, the ‘deep aroma of its forests; salt and seaweed, the electrifying smell of the sea.

Many distinguished poets and writers have taken their cues from the beautiful Island, and even Totò poet and Prince of laughter fell in love with it, dedicating a song “Ischia Paravis and Youth.” Listen to it here:

The suave scent of island flowers will intoxicate your senses in every season. The colors of the island will stick in your soul. When you stroll through the huge spaces of green: countryside, pine forests, mountains and hills, expanses of poppies and cultivated fields. When lying on one of the many beaches of the island of Ischia the sea will be diamond under the sun, and among the white sails and the perfect flight of birds, the horizon a will be mirage, not too far away. You will seem to breathe the smell of history that has left admirable traces in the historic centers of the six island municipalities, palaces, churches, courtyards, the Aragonese castle, the Guevara tower, the Colombaia, Villa Arbusto…