Raffaele Ferraioli, the historic mayor of Furore, has no doubts. The oldest of the Maritime Republics boasted along the Valle dei Mulini the presence of renowned pasta factories, which the new route has swept away. Thus the primacy of pasta passed to Gragnano, halfway to Naples and a stone's throw from Castellammare, rich in water: ideal climate and without the inevitable humidity that compromised the good quality of pasta, on the sea voyage from Amalfi to Naples.
(…) Furore is known as the country that is not there, precisely because of the scattered settlement of its built-up area. Thus it remains a territory to be discovered, and often unpredictable. Just think that through a geography of hairpin bends it reaches the sea at two points: the celebrated Fiordo, among the few examples in southern Europe, and the inlet of the Praia: perhaps the most evocative and authentic seaside village on the Costa". Raffaele Ferraioli is a river in flood. He points to the arbor vineyards, describes the wines protected by a DOC, comes alive for the Journalism Award, invites us to visit the village-hotel (more than five hundred beds out of eight hundred inhabitants), and reminisces about the World Cup diving from the Fjord. He recounts, recounts, recounts-it seems an outrage to stop him. So much is the charge of faith in the future destinies of his small town. And stopping means, however, enjoying good food from the sea and home (they coincide, here) overlooking one of the most beautiful terraces overlooking the Coast. It's worth it, if only for a couple of days. Pampered by Erminia and Rosa Cuomo's cuisine, spaghetti alla colatura di alici in primis: delicate and mouthwatering.
