Fifteen years have passed, and Porto Nuovo still feels untouched — wild, pure, suspended in time.

I found this old video, and suddenly I’m back there: the salt on my skin, the wind tangled in my hair, the sun wrapping everything in gold.
There were almost no people… just the sea, the sound of the waves, and that feeling of absolute freedom — of belonging to nature, not owning it.

The place hasn’t changed. But I have.
Time leaves its marks, softly, just like the tide — and somehow, that makes the memory even more precious.