It’s time to leave Sardinia and cross the Tyrrhenian Sea to the small Italian island of Ponza.
This passage is pure soft sailing — light winds, gentle seas, and those quiet, beautiful hours at sea that make everything else feel worthwhile. Ponza may be small, but it carries a long and fascinating history, and for us it holds something even more special: a few days with Richard’s youngest son.
We arrive ready for the full force of an Italian summer on the water, but the crossing itself is calm, slow, and exactly what we needed.
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