The Gulf of Poets is located in northern Italy, bordering between the provinces of Liguria and Tuscany. The largest city in the area is La Spezia, although other famous cities such as Genoa, Pisa and Florence are not far up. Are also fairly close to the impressive marble quarries of Carrara, where Michelangelo and supplies used.

Liguria is a region covered during the summer months, however, Tellaro, Lerici Fiascherino and knew how to keep calm and do not seem very full, although in reality they are. While almost always get a place for the tent or a modest room should be reserved before, if you want to stay in larger hotels.

The night bed and breakfast for two, varies between € 85 and 200, depending on the facility. In high season, an airline ticket Buenos Aires-Roma about U.S. $ 1,500. Other domestic airports are Pisa, Milan, Genoa and Turin. Until Nice, France, is an option to travel by car or train, the French and Italian Rivieras to the Gulf of Poets. A typical meal Pesto Genovese is the original, which can easily take home as souvenirs. San Terenzo Castle houses a museum in tribute to Percy and Mary Shelley, and abundant are the publications on the various literary visitors. There are also many local writers and artists whose works are little gems, perfect for recalling the halcyon days of summer.

The English poet D.H. Lawrence is considered the most beautiful place I had ever visited: Tellaro, a medieval village in the Gulf della Spezia. In the letters he wrote from Italy between 1913 and 1914, Lawrence was overflowing enthusiasm, evoking the warm seaside garden where they grew oranges and lemons: «I’m so glad I finally found this place. It’s perfect: a pleasant bay, sheltered on one side by steep rocks, while the other side is bordered by olive groves gently. In your little pink house, Lawrence and the woman he loved, Frieda von Richthofen Germany’s lived the best chapters of his love. The couple came running from a scandal, after Lawrence’s relationship with then married Frieda, and took refuge in Liguria. A year later, Frieda married the poet.

«Outside London, you breathe more freely,» affirms the poet, describes the overwhelming joy of living of the natives, green, or simply the beauty of the landscape: «I’m working on my novel, little by little. Will be a pretty novel, once you have it finished. What happens is that here everything is so beautiful that you do not get to work. I got to paddle the entire evening. The sea was quite rough, and even now, the sky above comes down. »

Today, the beauty of the named Golfo dei Poeti (Gulf of Poets) is not discolored, and the writer is still alive in the memory of the community: Fiascherino’s party hosted Tellaro that there is still the little pink house, and a street bearing his name takes you directly to the sea. There, acacias and pines provide shade and shed abundantly characteristic aroma, which any visitor will always recognize the Mediterranean: the almost aphrodisiac aroma of wild macchia, which brings the song of the cicadas on dusty trails and the promise of salvation in form of a deep blue trash around the back, in the skyline.

Via Lawrence ends just one of those mentioned by the English rock above the bay fluorescent esmaltina. An ideal vantage point to watch the people of Tellaro, with its narrow streets and houses that accumulate behind the old church. Built on the tip of the faille, the temple faces bravely waves. Formerly served as a fort against Arab invaders.