In Malibu, waves rule over everything. You realise it immediately. Their rhythm influences every movement, as powerful as a mantra. You lay your beach towel on the hot sand, fine and dense, then sit down and take the ocean in as it curls up and melts on the shore. Again and again, relentlessly, but with sudden mood changes. After a while, your breathing is not the same anymore. It matches the waves’ breathing. The same happens to the kids’ running among the splashes of water, to seagulls flying and to dolphins, whose fins keep coming into sight and disappearing again in the foreground on the horizon. It is an hypnotic movement that does not spare any gesture. Sometimes a song on a close radio brings you back home, but only for a few moments. If you get there for breakfast or stay for dinner, sit on one of the wooden benches of Malibu Farm Pier Café, at the end of the narrow pier, and have a look at the bazaar opposite to find some inspired souvenirs.

Casa Oliva and Casa Gelsomino are the summary of so much beauty. Bucolic, airy, sweet. Fresh, well kept, pure. Mediterranean. They will be loved by adults who look for an unknown Sicily, by adolescents who are ready to take endless baths and to start daily adventures among the reed thickets, or by children who delight in playing barefoot on the soft grass and meeting pink flamingos, herons and storks for the first time.

1512 hectares of pure natural beauty, called “birds’ house” because of the many species of birds living there. The buen retiro of our dreams for an insular summer.

Your Arizona begins from the sky. You land at Page, in the stage centre of an amphitheatre made of pink mountains – Glen Canyon, Navajo Mountains and Vermillion Cliffs. Built in the 1950s, on the occasion of the construction of Glen Canyon Dam, Page is a strategic leg to visit Grand Canyon National Park and to make excursions along Colorado River or Lake Powell. You can reach Shash Diné – an authentic and spartan glamping in the middle of a prairie in Navajo Nation – by following roads as straight as rulers, roads you had sensed among the rocks from above.