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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...

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...

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....

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...

He had his hands dirty with lime and salt, she had hair scented with sea breeze. They had met at the market in Rosignano, on a spring Saturday. She sold olives and dried...

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...

Just a stone´s throw from the quiet bend of the Panaro River, where the echoes of river commerce still seem to whisper among the waters, lies a unique opportunity: not just a...

We discovered Bagolino, this town with a funny name, almost by chance, driven by the desire for a quiet vacation but full of authentic beauty. This enchanting village, nestled...

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...