Some Italian people think that you may find a warm and hot place in winter only if you go to the other side of the world.
Surely 12 hours of flight contribute to that sense of holiday and relaxation and completely settle your desire of exotic.
Today is Sunday, the day of rest, and I have very recent memories of extreme quiteness and happiness.
I have recently found a place a few miles from Rome, where the 3rd of January you can ‘dress’ like that.
Immersed in nature. Only wearing a beachwear Under the rays of a gentle and low sun.
Warm thermal water gushing - like magic - from the rock.
This is Saturnia, Tuscany.
