After the first kilometers on rural roads, one crosses San Mauro la Bruca, a village that preserves its “peasant identity and the tranquility of the” heights. Here one can take a short break, knowing that from now on the landscape will begin to change: the Mediterranean scrub becomes denser, the “air more salty, the” horizon wider.

One touches the hamlets of Foria and then San Severino, where one encounters one of the most powerful places of the entire journey: the abandoned medieval village. Perched on the cliff, with its stone houses and walls overlooking the Mingardo Valley, it tells of time passing and what remains. It’s a suspended moment, an invitation to pause, to look with new eyes.

The “last descent leads to the Centola railway station, a crossroads for those returning or continuing. But the journey is not over yet. The last kilometers skirt the coast, until the sea reveals itself: it’s Palinuro, the light, the” blue that embraces the rock.

At Capo Palinuro, the ancient promontory inhabited by legends and wind, one walks among junipers, mastic trees, and sky. From up here, everything is visible: the path traveled, what has been left behind, what has changed.

This is where the Cammino di San Nilo closes, but does not end. Because every true journey has no end: it opens, transforms, and invites you to set off again.