Welcome to Bisos!

My name is Chiara and I'm going to guide you through the secrets, the memories, flavours and scents that this house has preserved for centuries.  Get ready to relieve your stress and prepare yourself for a relaxing stay in harmony with nature, enjoying good things at a slow pace; prepare yourself to be asked inquiring questions from the old men sitting in the town square and to listen to the birds chirping in the morning; to see horses dressed and decorated for feast-days or other occasions and mysterious traditional masks covered in leather.  Get ready to behold a magical sunrise inside the sacred well of Santa Cristina and an unforgettable sunset in front of the ruins of Tharros, or perhaps to swim in the thermal waters of Fordongianus, or to ride a horse along the seashore.  Get ready to breathe in the scent of the sea and wind, myrtle and rosemary plants and freshly baked bread on Sunday morning... Get ready to discover an endless Island.  Are you ready?




We are Spaniards, Africans, Phoenicians, Carthaginians,

Romans, Arabs, Pisans, Byzantines, Piedmontese.

We are the golden yellow brooms that droop

on rocky paths, as large lighted lamps.

We are the wild solitude, the immense and profound silence,

the splendor of the sky, the white flower of cistus.

We are the uninterrupted reign of mastic,

of waves that flow on ancient granites,

of wild roses

of the wind, of the immensity of the sea.

We are an ancient land of long silences,

Of large and pure horizons, of gloomy trees,

Of mountains burned by sunshine and revenge.

We are Sardinians.



                                                                                                              Grazia Deledda