This is my 10 Years on the Amalfi Coast

Ten years ago, I moved to the Amalfi Coast and rebuilt my life from scratch. It was a different world back then. A different rhythm, a different version of myself. So much has happened in those ten years that it’s hard to compress it into a clean story or a clear conclusion.

What I can say with certainty is this: every single day here confirmed that the decision was right. Not once in a while. Not only in the beautiful moments. Every day. Every minute. The place itself kept answering the question I never had to ask again.

I dedicated myself to tourism and to guests. I learned English properly and lost my accent along the way. I learned Italian and, inevitably, picked up a Neapolitan accent — Naples is too close for that not to happen. I built things, changed directions, tried, failed, tried again. A lot happened.

Now it’s February. The quiet months before Easter. Cold air, rain, empty streets, and that familiar feeling of not wanting to leave the house. This is the pause before the season starts again.

During this time, using the newest tools I have at hand, I’m trying to sing an ode to this place in my own way. I asked machines to help me remember. From hundreds of generated images, in a style I genuinely like and feel close to, I selected just a few.

They are not photographs. They are not painted by a human. I didn’t draw them myself. But if I could draw, I would probably draw something very close to this. Not exactly this — but close enough.

So this is a small personal presentation. From the author of this site. From the author of this blog. Just a handful of images and illustrations, shared during the calmest, emptiest time of the year.

While the coast rests. While February is grey and wet. I look back at bright summer days on the Amalfi Coast — from memory — and ask a collection of neural networks to turn those memories into images...