Who sees for the first time Vulcano, nearly hung over the sea, will be astonished by its harmony and the whole force. It’s an island where the fragrance of the sea breeze mingles with the scent of the typical Aeolian gardens. In nearby Vulcanello, in a vast park of the pine trees, surrounded by the particular vegetation that slopes directly on the rocks, lies the Complex Jerà Resort & Sailing Club.
You will have the best services, the miraculous mud, unspoiled nature, many sports, fine food and guaranteed relaxation.
Vulcano with Vulcanello is the island closest to the Sicilian coast, one of the charming "Seven Sisters" that constitute the Aeolian Islands. Homer described the image of Aeolus's kingdom: “we reached the island Aeolia. Where lived Aeolus, son of Ippote, a favourite of the immortal Gods.” The island is the vessel; it has all around unbreakable and smooth bronze wall, rises in a high cliff." In fact, the mountainous and volcanic rocks are the evidences of one event when hot lava has created and uplifted the island from the depths of the sea.
Between Vulcano and Lipari after a series of marine eruptions in 183 BC was formed the island Vulcanello, quite recently it was identified with the island of Hephaestus by the classical authors, is the youngest in Europe strip of land. Only in the sixteenth century, after the incredible storms he joined the island Jerà, and formed the isthmus of 200 meters wide, which gave rise to a beautiful beach of black sand in the western part of the bay, and the second -
On this isthmus at the foot of the cliff was formed a series of fumaroles, as in the sea as on the beach, which continuously heats the thermal pool with weakly mineralized water and mud with a high content of sulphur.
The volcanic activity of the islands in the ancient times has discouraged a man from its durable housing forms. Diodorus, Plinius and many other historians have written that the island was dedicated to Hephaestus, the Romans called Hierà, meaning “the sacred”.
All great poets sang their unimaginable and legendary ballads for him. The God Vulcan was living in the island with its beautiful beloved Venus and responding to her requests to maintain her beauty, with his big hands he dug up the puddle of mud, now called “the pool of Venus” or “the bath of beauty”.
The task of Hephaestus was shared with Aeolus, a God who aroused the fear and veneration, because he kept in the bottles of donkey skin the souls of the departed. For the quality of his final judge, Aeolus transformed their spirits in winds, breezes or storms, according to the spirit that extracted from the pot. All sailors in the morning were patiently waiting for the mount of breeze, the only engine of their antique wooden boats.