Located at the (almost) southernmost tip of Italy's "heel", Santa Maria di Leuca is one of those places where towns, roads, and even land finishes to give way to the sea. This sort of places have always fascinated me as they force you to stop and go back.
Sometimes I feel like our societies are moving at a vertiginous speed: progress is sold as "inevitable" and we invent and implement new things every day, under the assumption that "if we can, we should do".
In a certain sense we owe much of our living standards to this imperative, but lately I reflect more and more on the fact that by going so fast, it becomes impossible for us to fully understand the consequences of what we are doing.
Long-distance hiking forces me to slow down and truly understand what I value. That's why, as soon as I learned that there was a trail leading to Santa Maria di Leuca, I knew I had to go.
After two failed attempts due to last-minute inconveniences, I tried again in October 2025. Two friends said yes, and we left on October 23rd, reaching the lighthouse in four days.
Doing it in this season was magical: perfect weather, empty beaches and towns, and an atmosphere that felt both melancholic and deeply peaceful.