I know now
That we must protect what we love
I know now
That we can’t let opinions in
Because if you love cake
And someone else doesn’t
You wouldn’t stop eating the cake
Because they didn’t like it
This is how we wish our guests an exciting and happy day…
All of them have been cooking their dinner in our Communal Kitchen, merrily sharing spaces and tools,
Later they were eating all together on the terrace, each couple on their cosy table with candle-light and the sound of crickets surrounding them, chatting lightly and enjoying the company of the stars and the moon,
that equally shine on very each one of us….
After a whole year of urban landscapes, grey skies, noisy roads, dirty window-panes, traffic jam, bills, frozen food & cheap wine, dusty air and angry folks,
trust us, and just drive slowly down to the end of this wild bumpy road, enjoy the pebbles, enjoy the stones, let your eyes explore the yellowish skyline, and look ad the bottom of the valley, on your left, at that fairytale house.
You’ll see it’s an old house made in stones, surrounded by little quiet cypresses, young fruit trees with some happy little animals, there on the terrace, called “aia”in the past , you can finally let yourself go.
Feel the warm wind on your skin, hear the sound of cicadas piercing the silence, see the bright mid-day light sourrounding short, vertical shadows, smell the dry and rich soil, and just let yourself be conquered by that lazy lazy feeling…
Can you hear the voice of hammocks calling you, from the shade of the cypress?
This is the physical sensation of a Tuscan Summer,
and it gently recalls sweet and unforgettable childhood memories.