The La Maddalena Archipelago is a national park with more than sixty islands and islets, and the water around Budelli is so clear it is nicknamed the “pink beach” for its coral-tinted sand. You do not visit this place — you anchor in it, swim off the transom and watch the sun drop behind the granite. That is the whole itinerary.

Cannigione sits at the gateway to the Costa Smeralda, where the Aga Khan once decided the coastline deserved better than concrete. What he built instead is a string of coves and granite bays that still look untouched from the water. Sail past them at sunset and you understand why.

Local sailors will tell you the real secret of this coast is the maestral — the afternoon breeze that arrives almost like clockwork, gives you hours of perfect sailing, then dies at sunset. Plan your hops around it and you look like a genius. Plan against it and you motor.

A catamaran this size does not heel, does not roll and does not rush. Your morning coffee stays in the cup, your guests stay in a good mood, and the skipper gets to look like the calmest man in the Tyrrhenian Sea. That is the quiet luxury of a solar-powered week.

Solar panels on a yacht are not a gimmick — they are the reason the fridge stays cold, the air conditioning keeps running and the anchorage stays silent. No generator hum, no diesel smell, just the water lapping the hull. That is what a greener charter actually feels like.