My little brother Ruben who used to say “I’ll never get married” got married. He happens to live in Sardinia, in a beautiful traditional village called “Ulassai”. He and his wife, together with 4 friends, have turned their dream into reality. They bought a big old house in the centre of Ulassai, worked their asses off and opened a climbers hostel called “Nannai climbing home“, additional to bolting tons of new routes in the rocks around Ulassai. Man I tell you it’s paradise! Sun, climbing, beautiful but affordable rooms, good company and only half an hour drive to the turquoise colored mediterranean sea, where you can hang your hammock between some pine trees and let your soul float.
Anyway. Ruben got married. Everybody came. Family and all the crazy climber friends from Belgium, the UK (his beautiful wife is British) and Italy. A ceremony under an old tree, local food, touching speeches, a donkey and a beehive for presents, wild dancing and too much alcohol. Climbers know how to party, and then how to sleep in long (very long), and then how to climb (hard).
After the marriage Roots and I decided to stay for another week and so we went hiking, climbing and swimming in the mediterranean sea.
Sardinia somehow someway touched my soul. It’s wild and raw and traditional. The people still live in connection with nature, everyone in the village makes their own olive oil, goats and cows roam freely.
We would have loved to stay longer to discover more of the island, but we’ll be back as soon as I can walk again after the surgery (nope, I’m not chopped into pieces yet, gotta wait till December ;c).
I didn’t keep a journal this time, but I took tons of pictures, so here we go: