I had been on vacation in Calabria for a few days, without too strict a schedule. I had chosen a quiet part of the Ionian coast to slow down, to read, to breathe. One afternoon, as the sun slowly descended behind the hills, I found myself walking through the center of a small town near the beach. I don´t even remember the name. But I do remember that...
In Moniga del Garda, where time seems to slow down and the light from the lake caresses everything, stands a villa that is more than just a home: it is a place for the soul....
There is a place in the hills of Modica where time has stood still. Not in the sense that nothing happens, on the contrary. But there, the days flow slowly, to the rhythm of...
I still remember the day I went to the movies with my mother to see Titanic. Sitting next to her, as the screen filled with majestic images and intertwined destinies, I had the...
My name is Augusto; I’m from Rome, and I’ve been walking for seven days. All I carry with me is a tattered cloak, a jug of wine, and the promise I made to Bacchus: to reach...
The villa appears almost without warning, as the road gently winds its way up through the hills of Petacciato. The sea stretches out in the distance like the backdrop of an oil...
Our fall Saturday begins with a stroll through the fall colors in Bassano del Grappa, a charming medieval town located in the province of Vicenza. This is the month of fall...
Today’s offer is a unique opportunity for sports enthusiasts who want to turn their passion into a business venture.At Passo Zambla—a crossroads at 1,246 meters above sea...
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who, when it came to bedtime stories, preferred those about stone and memories. While others dream of princes and dragons, he dreamed...
Cesena, March 17, 1855 Dearest Cousin Clelia, I hope this mine may find you in perfect health. I would like, with a heart filled with joy and admiration, to tell you about a...