So much sand, so much sea, and a quiet that seemed as ancient as time itself. The ruins of what had once been a house loomed over the landscape, marring its beauty: salt-eaten walls, empty windows staring into nothingness. Nothing else: just the light wind and the crashing waves. It was 2013, and that was the scene that unfolded before our eyes when we accidentally landed on that beach, as if the world had reserved a secret corner for us to observe in silence.
And then it was impossible not to fantasize.
Impossible not to seek new emotions.
From there, the intuition was born: to share memories plundered by time and frenzy.
Thus Villa Eolia began.
It was 2015.
This is what we saw...
...and that's what it is now.
This is the West side first...
...and that's what today.
