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Wednesday, May 15, 2009, and the L III and IV have traveled on a visit to the City of Bono, with accompanying teachers Hector Martinez Renzo and I used to integrate the experience field of regional history programs of the respective classes. Although they are separated by more than five hundred years of history, converge and intertwine in this town located near the center of Sardinia, the southern border of the region Goceano. Bono has been known mainly in Sardinia for being the birthplace of regional Angioy hero, the undisputed protagonist of the last stages (and perhaps the first) three-year period of the Revolutionary Sardo. However, no far from the town you can admire the remains of one of the most famous strongholds in Sardinia Giudicale: the impregnable castle of Burgos, who throws down a hill over the valley bristling with the detached gaze of an old giant that has seen literally run the story at his feet.

below my personal travel guide:

Bono arrive in late morning, after a long bus trip, during which we saw campidanese the plains give way to the mountains of Central Sardinia, in the same way a beautiful sunny day was followed by the mist and the morning mist.

The first impression of Bono does not deviate from what anyone could be seeing for the first time a typical country of the north island: perched on a mountain top from the blunt, irregularly dotted with ups and downs, almost without a pattern, dominated by a pink color, neutral on the facades and walls of houses.

The bus stops in what is likely is the city's main square, a fountain, young and old people sitting on benches surrounding a beautiful mural to hit our eye not just fallen from ladders. ricomporci few minutes from the trip and we set off, led by Professor Martinez, towards the Town Hall, where we will be short-received by the mayor of the city. The time to do some group photos, of course, arousing enjoy the looks of the inhabitants, and we are invited to make our first entry into the palace and in the meeting room of the City Council then. Inside we immediately notice a big bust dell'Angioy, which, from one corner of the room, keeping an eye on everything and everyone. The mayor, Peter Molotzu, joins us a few minutes after our entrance, and gives us a welcome speech by Bono concise and effective. It is not the first time that the mayor works with our institution, and in particular with Professor Martinez: classes in the past students have had the opportunity to make our own experience. It feels like a sort of understanding between the two, and the first citizen does not disappoint by following the speech uttered by one of our partner refreshments, in line with the hospitality of which the Sardinians always boast.

After the refreshing salute the mayor and his staff to visit the country. Under the midday sun we walk the streets and alleys of Bono, before reaching the birthplace del'arcinoto Giomaria. Before our eyes, there is a mausoleum or a road sign led us to the goal. The building is anonymous, simple, and houses a medical clinic. Only a marble plaque reminds passers-by and confirm to us that we face at the first house dell'Angioy. Undoubtedly, the professor explains, this is due to the fact that throughout the period between the flight of Angioy (1796) and the end of the kingdom of Sardinia, he was not considered by the government and institutions, if not an outlaw, a traitor, a robber, a revolutionary or even not at all worthy to receive any praise to the memory, which only persistence was considered even dangerous because of the democratic and libertarian ideas that embodied the revolutionary. We are holding a few more minutes before the clinic, took some pictures. Not too many though, the gray plaster cracked and the building is not the best imaginable background for a class photo.

continue on the same road before, going up gradually until we find ourselves in a clearing adjacent to a medium sized church. We knowledge of the priest, who crossed for the event, and greets us with a friendly voice and indefinable accent. The facade of the church is Romanesque, with obvious influences of Pisa, but fails to attract our eyes on him for more than a few seconds. Before her it opens a beautiful view of the town and surrounding areas, one of the nicest we've got to see Bono. This is a background suitable to release the stubborn instinct of self-celebration of travelers!

After a short rest in the yard, back retracing the same steps as the first leg. arrive until near the Town Hall until a church, the less flashy before, that he was in a place when a curious local tradition. Every year is to be rolled down the hill a big pumpkin, symbolizing the flight of the troops who had attacked Sardinian-piemontasi Bono with the worst intentions, probably in revenge to Angioy, only to then be put to flight by the vehement reaction of the people. The stairs in front of the church, still photographs of the theater group, was again possible to enjoy a beautiful view of the urban and rural landscape at the same time.

Soon after we returned to the coach, not a little eager to appease the hunger just completely damped by the local party. In ten minutes the bus took us out from the town, at the height of the campaign Goceano, where we waited for a typical farm, complete with livestock included. We eat well, too well. On the other hand does not happen very often to enjoy traditional foods such as sheep stew, main course of dinner, whose role as a "solo" Gourmet has been undermined by his very valid supporting actors, such as prosciutto, coppa, or the gnocchi the appetizer of fried vegetables. When we get up from the table are captured by the typical afternoon drowsiness, to the point of persuading teachers to leave a few minutes of rest in the vicinity of the farm. A prolonged rest would gladly, were it not for the overly zealous pace of the hands clock. Time is short, we have yet to visit Burgos and castle. We come once again, on board the bus that took us from Cagliari, and as we go down, not a wall to welcome us, but a wall.

A stone wall, to be precise. More than fifty meters high, which is in addition to more than one hundred providential that the vehicle has devoured along spirals ever closer. We are on a column of hard natural stone, on top of which waits lazily at the ancient stronghold. We walk with difficulty climbing a curved, but no less challenging, which leads us to a sunny courtyard, where as a young expert guide us into the story very accurately, secrets and not always edifying stories that have been in the castle of Burgos venue designed as long-lasting. Half an hour of explanation that we do not just tired, in spite of the interesting speech of the guide, which has generally successful in keeping the pressure, but there is nothing against the scorching sun that tires the body and mind sluggish. After the historical introduction we proceed to the last, and by far the most challenging stretch of the climb, using stone steps installed (providentially) not too long ago. Somebody says, somebody is playing, but certainly all thinking it: we can really understand why only once in eight hundred years the castle and its inhabitants have suffered the decisive defeat by the besiegers. Who could have, and especially wanted to challenge the mountain experimenting with grueling climb, however, risk of being killed in the strict sense of the primitive but effective means of defense?

Once on top we see up close the imposing tower of the castle, we note with surprise and its nothing short of excellent condition. It seems too good to be true. Indeed, as expected, it is not. What our eyes see is only a coating of masonry, built recently to protect the real tower with its solid structure, already in ruins, was periodically plagued by dozens of lightning. The castle seems to have had a positive influence on local folklore: was born in the centuries the image of a dark castle, struck by lightning every time the sky roars, the scene of murder and treason, allegedly haunted by tormented souls to the bearer of evil already his hapless passer-by who would venture out at night on treacherous slopes, pillars of the stronghold. Well, not the best place for a picnic. Instead, the only people on the mountain but us kids, teachers and guidance were a young couple intent on eating a picnic lunch while sitting comfortably on a bench naturally. It must have been foreigners, for sure!

After visiting the castle, arduous climb back the same as before, now transformed into an equally rigorous Heraclitean steep descent. The risk, especially for the less energetic, is not so much fell down, but rather to the end of the proverbial pumpkin Bono. We interrupt the descent of the houses just starting to appear on the mountainside. E 'Burgos, the town built next to the castle. We penetrate even through very narrow streets, parked cars mysteriously meeting, in spite of the roads literally on a human scale. Within minutes we arrive at the Museum of Burgos, two floors and five exhibitions. It is not the Louvre, but undoubtedly his dignity! After the guided tour of the museum, back to the bus that will take us back to Cagliari, fatigue in the legs but temporary unwelcome legacy of the castle and the ups and downs Burgos, the consciousness of having spent a busy day, informative and enjoyable certainly more lasting legacy of the trip.

Marco Montella, IVL