Sossio is an uncommon name in Italy. The Saint so called came from Miseno, the last extremity of the Phlegraean Fields that looks to the islands of Procida and Ischia. His destiny was the martyrdom, together with the most famous Gennaro: both were beheaded at the Solfatara volcano, at the time of the emperor Diocletian.
Still today its cult is shown by an ancient church, close to one of Miseno's most fascinating beaches. From here a panorama that seems to be made of atolls, opens: in front, the rock of Punta Pennata with the inlet of Schiacchetiello; the profile of the Rione Terra of Pozzuoli, a historic district now reborn after years of redevelopment; on the right, the sides of Nisida and the Virgilian Park of Naples, embraced by the profile of Vesuvius. On clearer days you can reach the Lattari Mountains and the Sorrento Peninsula with your eyes.
Today's delight, however, before the year 1000 the sea was also a source of danger for those who lived in these enchanted areas. Raids by Saracen pirates became frequent, so much so that the people of Miseno decided to move towards the hinterland, in the famous Campania Felix, today the area of Frattamaggiore, on the ancient Via Atellana. It was the year 845 AD, and it was thus that the "twinning" between the coast and the agricultural heart of the region was born; between those born with salt water in their veins and those who came from families of woodsman and farmers.
The narrow streets that wind up along the islet of Miseno are quiet and peaceful. To reach the small port of San Sossio and the nearby church, take a narrow road completely surrounded by the sea. We are on a strip of land that extends out to sea, as if the Phlegraean Fields wanted to lengthen their profile by lay down in the middle of the waves. For the people Miseno is an island, only accidentally connected to the mainland.
In fact, people of Miseno have a very close relationship with the sea and fishing. Miseno takes its name from the unlucky travel companion of Ulysses who, according to the Odyssey, was drowned here. It is a perfect photograph of the lands of the Myth. The sea, full of stories and tales; the yellow tuff of the coast; glimpses and inlets such as the small harbor of San Sossio, which tell of millennial traditions and legends.
A corner out of time and suspended in space, able to fascinate even before knowing all its aspects.
From this place that looks at the sea, the history and the stories of which Campania is rich, leave as boats that put out into the deep. Just as yellow tuff stratifies and settles along the coast, legends and myth - from ancient Romans to the present day - impregnate this land caressed by water for millennia.