Autore: Redazione • 30/09/2025 19:56
Born from the hand of man but blessed by nature, Lake Castel San Vincenzo is one of those wonders that make you forget everything. When you see it for the first time, suddenly appearing among the Molise hills, you stop. You simply stop, because that expanse of jade-colored water embracing the Mainarde mountains deserves a moment of pure silence.
The mountains plunge directly into the liquid mirror. Their powerful silhouettes, covered with centuries-old beech trees that explode in a thousand shades of fire red and burnt gold in autumn, are reflected with an almost unreal precision. There is something hypnotic in this symmetry: the world above and the world below, identical yet different, separated only by a thin membrane of water that trembles at the slightest breath of wind.
Along the shores, the paths smell of wild mint and damp earth. You walk among weeping willows that graze the surface with their branches, creating small circular ripples. The silence here has a particular quality: it is not the absence of sound, but a delicate symphony made up of the rustling of the marsh reeds, the soft plaff of a jumping fish, and the distant call of a raptor circling high above the peaks.
On foggy mornings, the lake becomes pure magic. A milky blanket floats on the water, erasing the boundaries, transforming trees and boats into ephemeral silhouettes. Then, slowly, the sun rises. The first rays pierce the mist, creating beams of golden light that look painted, and when the fog dissolves, it reveals a spectacle that sinks into your soul: the water shimmering like liquid sapphire, the mountains sharp against a washed sky, the air so pure it seems like crystal.
In summer, the lake becomes a refuge. Families spread out on the meadows lining the banks, children chase blue dragonflies among the yellow blooms of broom. The fresh water invites you to dive in, and swimming here—with the Mainarde watching you from above—gives a sensation of absolute freedom, as if time has stopped in a forgotten corner of the world.
At sunset, sit on one of the wooden benches scattered along the shore. Watch the sky ignite with violet and orange, while the waters capture every nuance, multiplying it infinitely. The resinous scent of the pines mixes with the humidity of the lake. It is the perfect moment to understand why Molise, a discreet and reserved land, guards treasures that speak only to those who know how to listen.
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Rivista online registrata al Tribunale di Napoli n. 43 del 23/03/2022
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Rivista online registrata al Tribunale di Napoli n. 43 del 23/03/2022
Direttore: Lorenzo Crea
Editore: Visio Adv di Alessandro Scarfiglieri
Insight italia srl (concessionario esclusivo)