24/06/2026
The light hits you as the warmth envelops you. The ochre walls, each street a different shade of honey. Then the sound, a shutter creaking open, a scooter two lanes over, bells from a church you can’t see yet. Salt and coffee in the air, and underneath it, someone’s sugo already on the stove. You haven’t even unpacked. You’ve already slowed down.
This is what the south does to you. Not somewhere you look at, somewhere that gets under your skin. This is Molise, the stretch of coast nobody told you about, and it feels exactly like this.
Save this for the days you need reminding it’s out there, waiting.
Adele X