Vulcano

Even before she grabs you by the throat. A sour smell, sour, that stuns the senses, turn on your breath and burns the lungs. Because the island of Vulcano, the closest to the coast of the mother, Sicily, is a big crater that gives off gas, spit stench of sulfur, boil the sea as a hellish cauldron burns the beaches until they become powder coal, dissolves anger in mud and hot springs. Born from the fury of four volcanoes - Slow, Vulcan Plan, The Pit and Vulcanello - the island houses, set on Stromboli, one of two active volcanoes in the archipelago. A quarrelsome mountain that explodes and then silent, in shock, like a naughty child. One thing is so unpredictable that scientists continually keep him under close surveillance. One thing that gets in your eyes as soon as he landed on the island. Because everything here, towns, hotels and villas it is nestled at the foot of the Great Crater, in the vast plain formed during the eruption of 183 BC