Italy
This story first appeared in 'Surf
Session' magazine in 2001
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"I may not look like
a Libyan, but really all of the people of the Mediterranean are the
same, we've all come from the same place." Emiliano Cataldi is
a 26 year old surfer from Ostia, a coastal suburb of Rome. He's a good
surfer, represented Italy in the last world amateurs and competed on
the EPSA circuit. He travels a lot, always for surf, and he says that
he'll move away from Rome when he finds the right place, but for now
he's happy were he is, and I could tell from talking with him that wherever
he eventually does end up he'll always remember his Mediterranean roots.
And it's easy to see why, Ostia, where he lives, is a clean and well
ordered place, a typical slice of modern suburbia that you may at first
be tempted to call dull, but on my first morning in Italy Emi took me
to see something just a few minutes away from his home that no middle
class suburb of Paris or London can match. Left open and exposed to
the sun and the rain I found a headless statue older than any nation
and a mosaic depicting a god so ancient that he no longer exists. The
Eternal City is not a normal city and the Mediterranean is not a normal
surf destination.
Like many surfers I always thought that the idea of surfing in the Mediterranean
was a bit of a joke, to me the Mediterranean meant calm beaches and
Greek temples, but this didn't prevent a nagging curiosity from making
me perk my ears up whenever Mediterranean surf cropped up in conversation.
Nor did it stop me day-dreaming of the waves that might occasionally
break on all those picture perfect beaches seen on the postcards, but
in the end it's probably nothing more than a healthy dose of romance
that is leading me to explore the four corners of the sea where all
our lives began. And where better place to start than in the city that's
changed the world more times than it cares to remember.
Rome is stunning and its contribution to the world impossible to overestimate.
On my first evening in the city I sat with Ian and Ben, two English
friends, on a grass verge overlooking the Coliseum, at whose base stood
a group of today's Romans, dressed as yesterdays and gathered around
them were Japanese tourists eager to have their photos taken with the
Gladiators. And as I tried to soak it all in I was left wondering if
it was possible for anyone to make sense of a city where bunches of
flowers are still left on Julius Caesar's funeral pyre and lions tore
people to pieces for a crowds entertainment? The next morning we were
at the beach early, the sun still hadn't come up and I wasn't happy
about being dragged out of bed for 2ft waves. Nik Zanella and EMI Mazzoni
from Surf Ne
ws magazine and Robby Montanari from the surfcorner.it website were
our guides through Italy and they were ecstatic about the conditions.
The three of them and Emiliano were in their wetsuits and into the water
before the English half of the group had even woken up enough to start
moaning. Eventually I followed them into the surf and I have to admit
I was surprised, it wasn't epic or anything, but it was fun, clean right
handers provided quick tubes in the shorebreak and the atmosphere, though
competitive, was friendly. Between sets I got talking to Emiliano about
what I'd seen in Rome the day before, I hoped he'd shed some kind of
light onto it, but all he said was "Some surfers have perfect waves
on their doorsteps, I have things like that." The swell had died
by lunch time and no-one expected it to pick up again, I started to
see how on the ball you had to be to get waves in the Mediterranean,
where a matter of hours can make all the difference between getting
pitted and getting barred. As we got changed out of our wetsuits Emiliano
continued with his thoughts on Rome, "It's strange, having all
this history around me doesn't affect me on a day to day basis, but
I'm always conscious of it and every time I see something like the Coliseum
it's as exciting for me as the first time." He paused for a while
before continuing "You know, when surfers ask me about my country,
I tell them that Italy is a great place for traveling and that we have
so much to show the world, but if you're a surfer then bring a board
with you, because, well, maybe you'll get some waves as well" It's
good advice and I wondered how many surfers over the years had walked
around the sites of Rome and not had a clue about what was taking place
on the beaches just down the road? And it's not as if surfing in Italy
is a new thing. Also at the beach that morning were a couple of Rome's
original surfers, Roberto and Santino, they both started surfing these
beaches way back in the early '80's and they've watched the Rome surf
scene grow from the days when people rode waves on planks of wood, broken
windsurfers and over inflated air beds to the healthy industry of today,
an industry with its own local brands and a competitive contest scene.
Roberto spoke about how, back in the early days, there were many more
spots around Rome and better quality waves, but artificial reefs built
to protect the beaches from erosion killed off many of the spots and
pushed the ever increasing crowds into fewer surf spots. He shakes his
head a little as he laments about how much better the old days were,
"Today it's nearly impossible to get a wave to yourself around
Rome" Santino doesn't share this view "Yeah, the old days
were good, but it's much easier now, before if we wanted a board or
something, we had to go all the way to Biarritz to get it, Biarritz
was like a little California for us, but now we've got everything available
right here". And with Italy's current fascination with "extreme"
sports of all kinds, the surf scene in Rome looks set to continue growing.
Already all of the country's best surfers have equipment sponsors, but
in a couple of generations time Emiliano thinks that the top Italian
surfers will be making a proper living through their surfing, but at
the same time he says this prospect is having a negative affect, "Everything
about Rome is market and money orientated and sometimes this affects
the surf scene here too much. Today some of the groms want to get better
at surfing not just for surfing's sake, but for the sponsorship, they
just want the stickers on their boards." He went onto tell me how
this wasn't the case all over Italy and that much of the country is
still well behind the Rome scene, "Going around Italy is strange,
every area is so different, sometimes you could be on the other side
of the world from Rome".
We traveled southwards past fortified villages and fields of buffalo
and finally boarded a night ferry in Naples that carried us in the most
traditional of fashions across the dark Mediterranean to Palermo, the
sultry and moody capital of Sicily. Outside the port a couple of local
surfers were waiting for us, Diego Ruggiero and Mariano Randazzo, also
joining us for this stage of the journey was one of Italy's best surfers,
Franseco Palattella. It was only just getting light as we drove through
the crumbling streets of the city, a thunder storm was clearing away
and their was a damp, almost sub-tropical feel to the air. Straight
away I knew I was going to like Sicily and I wasn't going to have been
the first, over time everyone has been here, Greeks, Romans, Phoenicians,
Arabs and Spanish are just some, and all have left their mark on this
island that EMI, recalling his previous visits, described as, "The
rose of Italy, a melting pot of cultures that makes it the most Mediterranean
of all places", whilst Nik simply called it another continent.
That first day was flat, as was the following day and the one after
that. We were expecting swell and every day the Internet check gave
us cause for hope for the following morning, but in the end nothing
came of it. In other parts of the world this would have made me frustrated,
but here I was happy to just go with the flow and enjoy the sunshine
and the warmth of the people. One afternoon as we were sat eating ice-creams
in a small south coast fishing town a motorbike pulled up and a north
African looking man leapt off and ran up to us, pumping all our hands
in turn and kissing Nik and EMI on the cheeks. It turned out that he
was the only surfer within miles and when he'd heard that we were in
town he'd come looking for us. Within minutes he was scrawling us a
map to his newest surf discovery on the back of an old paper plate and
then he jumped back on his bike and disappeared off again. We later
learned that every surf he has is a solo session and I couldn't help
but wonder at how strange it must be, being such an isolated surfer
and developing in your own fashion, creating surfing for yourself.
The flat spell continued and we drove all over the coastline checking
out potential spots, sometimes we went to breaks the fifty or so locals
already knew, sometimes to places they didn't. And on cliffs above one
empty beach we found the signs of past raiders, piles of shattered Greek
pillars strewn across a rough grassy headland from amongst which rose
a single solitary temple of golden rock. I cannot imagine a more romantic
surf spot.
On other days we just hung out with the surfers of Palermo, they've
just got their first surf shop and already its been boosting the fledgling
local surf scene, bringing in new ideas and acting as a meeting place
for the community. Late one evening we drove through the back streets
of Palermo to go and check it out and inside, behind the clothing racks
of all the multi-national surf corporations we found the local grom's
lounging around on bean bags and settees, flicking through magazines,
watching videos on a big screen TV and speculating about what the surf
will be like the following morning. Intentionally or not, a little bit
of that original '60's surf shop vibe seemed to be being kept alive
on a Palermo back street. I took this opportunity to get chatting with
some of the groms about what the surf shop has brought them, "Everything
changed here after the shop opened last year, the scene has become more
organized, and we have more connections with the mainland surfers now.
We've even had a contest" They went on to tell me about how the
local community as a whole views surfing, "When other Sicilians
first saw us surfing, they thought we were going fishing and sometimes
when we surf in bad weather they call the coastguard, once a helicopter
even came for us"!
All through that evening we listened to people telling us how there
was surf coming and tomorrow would be the day. The next morning was
predictably flat. There was though a change in the air and a wind started
to blow up from the south. All day the Italian surf grapevine was in
overdrive, people in Tuscany were texting people in Rome who in turn
were calling us, and as everyone's excitement grew so to did the storm
building up at sea. It ploughed into us with such force that the rain
seemed to simply explode out of the sky, within a matter of minutes,
Emi's "most Mediterranean of places" had turned into a vivid
reminder of a Cornish winter. Now we knew that there would be waves
by the next day and so to celebrate the coming swell we went out to
eat that night with a group of local surfers and, as the courses kept
coming, we talked about Sicilian life. Diego loves living in Sicily,
says he's Sicilian before Italian, but he knows the island has problems
that no amount of sunshine or a relaxed lifestyle can hide, "The
Mafia is the best organized thing in Sicily. It's everywhere, commerce,
drugs and prostitution, but not yet surfing". He smiles as he says
it and I can't help but laugh as I think of the consequences if you
dropped in on a surfing Godfather. Francesco takes a more serious view
of it, he actually thinks that surfing could help the local kids, "Life
is hard in southern Italy, a lot of the kids live in the streets but
if they could get into surfing then they'd be surrounded by nature more
and that keeps your mind clean and away from this Mafia shit"
It was still dark when we woke up and the storm still raging outside
our window. There were waves, that was for sure, I could see great mountains
of white water throwing themselves over the wall of the nearby harbour,
but the conditions couldn't have been any worse and I would have been
happy to have stayed in bed, but the Italians would have none of it,
after all the surf was pumping. Twenty minutes later I was sitting in
the front seat of my hire car peering past the flapping windscreen wipers
at some black dots far out to sea. It was the Italians, and as I warmed
myself against the car heater, one of them turned around and dropped
into an ugly, grey closeout. Nik wasn't quite quick enough to his feet
and the wave sucked him over and swept him back into the beach. He scrambled
up onto the debris littered sand and ran over to me in the car. "Are
you coming in? It's a little bit windier than what you'd call glassy,
but it's OK" He turned and darted off up the jetty, the spray and
rain quickly hiding him from me. Prior to that moment I'd been wondering
what on earth I was doing there and contemplating all those days at
home when I haven't bothered to go surfing because it was a bit cloudy
or a hundred and one other reasons that made it slightly less than perfect.
And in just one sentence Nik had made me feel like the spoilt little
boy who didn't get what he wanted for Christmas. I suited up and followed
him up the jetty and into the water.
Later that morning we set off to look at some of the reefs further up
the coast, the swell was a bit bigger and we found a couple of left
points. Neither could be called classic, but they were a marked improvement
on the mornings beach break surf. The wind had died, if only for a time,
and the waves cleaned up a little. Maybe on the perfect day you'd find
a long walled up left here, but no-one really knew for sure as, according
to Diego, it was the first time it had been surfed. The storm came back
with a vengeance that evening, but it couldn't put the Italians off,
they were back in the water and trying to grab a last few waves before
the light faded for the day. I thought back on something Francesco had
told me "Because Sicily is so far out of the surf scene, you have
to really want to surf and to be really dedicated to be a surfer here".
It tied in with Emiliano's words back in Rome, "If you surf in
the Med all your life then it affects your attitude and style. Your
flat is our surf". It occurred to me that maybe I'd found the most
devoted group of surfers in the world.
The storm died away in the night and we woke to find ourselves back
in the sunny world of the Mediterranean. Down at the beach everything
was still and quiet, including the surf. It was almost as if the previous
days violence had never occurred, Francesco was philosophical about
it even though he'd been sure today was going to be the day, "In
a small sea it can get big really fast, but it can get small really
fast as well". I wasn't listening though, it was sunny and I was
in Italy and maybe that peak was rideable.
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