I'm a 21-year-old med student, born on this coast. In summer it belongs to everyone but me. Off-season my apartment sits empty, 50 meters from the sea, so I'd rather share it with a few real people than keep it cold. No rent. I won't show you exactly where, and I'll tell you the truth about all of it.
the coast, when nobody's looking
This isn't a contest and there's nothing to win. It's a simple thing I genuinely want to do, for a few honest reasons.
My English isn't great yet. The fastest way to fix that is to live it, days on end, with people who actually speak it. Hosting the world on this coast is the most beautiful excuse I could think of to learn.
The best films happen between people who just met. I want to point a camera at that.
August here is a postcard for 5 million tourists. Off-season is the real one: quiet, half-shut, golden. If that sounds sad, this isn't for you. If it sounds like peace, read on.
The place is paid for and it just sits here through the cold months. I'd rather fill it with someone interesting and a few weeks worth remembering than watch it gather dust.
Somewhere on the Amalfi Coast. I won't tell you exactly where: the moment I do, it stops being the place I'm describing. Room for a small group, so coming doesn't mean coming alone.
Weeks on the Amalfi Coast, off-season. No rent. We sort the rest together, honestly and case by case.
You're up for being part of the films we shoot here. A real collaboration, not a stay in exchange for nothing.
Before anything's real we talk, face to face on a call. For both our sakes. Then we plan the when.
No follower count required. No perfect English required (I don't have it either). Just a reason worth reading, and a 30–60 second video so I can meet the real you.
Fill this in and drop a link to a short video.
If it clicks, we jump on a video call.
We pick the dates and you come live the coast.
The house is also a place you can simply book, in season or out. Same sea, same 50 meters.