Sex is better in Italy... I thought that title might get your attention ;). In all honesty, I'm here in spectacular Sardegna having zero sex! My husband is in Washington finalizing the sale of our home there so that we can complete the purchase of our beautiful Villa here in Sardegna. Not having sex hasn't stopped me from feeling deeply sensual and generally 'turned on' by all of the luscious deliciousness of this special place.
Of all the cultures in all the world it’s most easy to romanticize Italy. The sing-song language that caresses the ears, visions of sun kissed, ripe tomatoes (or breasts) sensuous to the eyes, and the artful beauty nearly everywhere you look. All of these beckon one's Soul into it's desired rhythm; undulations of enjoyment and pleasure for it's own sake.
Underneath the obvious romanticized allure of this passionate culture is something central to a life of richness: The prioritization of artfulness and sensuality and true adoration of beauty in all of its many forms. I've never known such connoisseurs of beauty as the Italians.
Part of why it’s so easy to fall in love with Italy is because you can ‘feel’ this and it attunes your body to a sensually and the rich expression that naturally overflows from this. Sardegna is it's own particular expression of Italian culture and I'm certain the locals would not like being lumped together with "The Italians" as a whole. So in respect to the uniqueness of this land and it's people I describe the sexiness of Sardegna like this... A place where the food is orgasmic and the sun and sea make love to your body. The natural beauty is a seducer to the senses and the mistral winds blow through the vacuities of a parched soul, opening it to receive the turquoise blue Mediterranean waters of life.