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My favorite stops along the way are Villasimius, the stunning bays of Cala Luna and Cala Goloritzé in the Gulf of Orosei, and the crystal-clear anchorages of the La Maddalena Archipelago.
A few tips: keep an eye on the mistral forecast, arrive early for the best anchoring spots, and allow extra time - you’ll want to stay longer than planned.
This route is proof that in Sardinia, the journey is every bit as beautiful as the destination.
Cala Goloritzè by sailboat - the kind of arrival that explains every “world’s best beach” ranking without saying a word.
Costa di Baunei
Some coastlines are beautiful. Others are unforgettable.
The only way to truly experience the Costa di Baunei is by sailboat - gliding beneath towering limestone cliffs, dropping anchor in impossibly turquoise water, and discovering hidden coves accessible only from the sea.
And then there’s Cala Goloritzè. Consistently ranked among the world’s most beautiful beaches, this Sardinian icon feels even more spectacular when approached under sail. The emerald water, the dramatic limestone pinnacle, the silence—it’s pure Mediterranean magic.
Costa Rei. Almost 30 years apart. The sea is the same shade of blue, the beach is just as beautiful, and my son Laurence has evolved from “Can I have a gelato?” to “Have you checked the reviews of the Ristorante?”
Cala Goloritzè by sailboat - the kind of arrival that explains every “world’s best beach” ranking without saying a word.
Tavolara & Capo Coda Cavallo never get old.
As much as I love the mountains, I’m always drawn back to the sea- and here, I don’t have to choose. Granite peaks, turquoise anchorages, and some of the most spectacular sailing in the Mediterranean.
We had only just arrived at Spiaggia La Cinta when a giant manta ray decided to give us the warmest welcome, swimming around our boat for nearly 3 hours this morning. An unforgettable start to the day!
This is what the perfect balance looks like. Porto Rotondo: proof that some people got the Mediterranean in the ’70s and ’80s, while the rest of us got passwords, notifications, and two-factor authentication. Surrounded by enough polished yachts to start a small navy. Can’t stop thinking how our parents probably came here in the ’70s and ’80s, paid three lire for an espresso, and somehow had the time of their lives.
