
Casa 34 dicembre overlooks the Cala di Scalo Balordi a Piscità, the most characteristic and residential district of the island of Stromboli. The area is distinguished _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-5bad_5 a succession of white houses close to the sea. Due to the strategic position of the house it is possible to enjoy an extraordinary view of both the sea and the volcano.



Two ancient engravings by Scalo Balordi
A LITTLE HISTORY... AND A LITTLE MYTHOLOGY
The Aeolian Islands are the islands of the god Aeolus who had the task of controlling the winds from Zeus. Aeolus directed them and freed them, keeping them inside the caves. Legend also has it that Aeolus was able to predict the variations in the weather by observing the cloud of vapors that came out of an active volcano, probably Stromboli.
Homer in the Odyssey narrates that Aeolus welcomed Ulysses back from the Trojan war. Ulysses landed in Stromboli and, near what for centuries was then called Ulisse's Landing (today Scalo dei Balordi), the god Aeolus, moved by the story of the Greek hero, gave him a skin bag inside which were the winds contrary to navigation are shut up. Legend has it that during the journey Ulysses only let the gentle Zephyr wind blow, but while he slept, his companions, believing that the skin was full of treasures, opened it, freeing the winds which unleashed a terrible storm from which he was saved only the ship of Odysseus.
Over time that stretch of beach calledLanding of Ulysseschanged name toScalo dei Balordibecause of the inmates being landed right on that beach.
“And we reached the Aeolian island. Here dwelt Aeolus, dear to the gods, son of Hippota. The island swam. A wall surrounds it bronzeo; and smooth rises a rock. Twelve sons lived with him in the palace. The fragrant house echoes until the day the flutes sound he vanished; then when leave I asked him to leave and he didn't refuse, but he took my journey to heart; he stripped a nine-year-old ox of its leather_cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b 136bad5cf58d_a wineskin he made, and inside he shut it the streets were howling winds: he had kept it he was the cronid of the winds, and could_cc781905-5cde-cfibbadquiet_3198-cfibbadd-319d or incite them to his will. In the concave vessel with a shiny rope, argentea, he tied the wineskin, so that outside_cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad_5cfure5 went out; but only the breath of Zephyr freed for me that the benign ship pushed for us” (Odyssey, book X, vv 1-25).









