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 his sacred hills—the ones they call the Euganean Hills—to honor him on the longest night of the year. They say that up there, among the vineyards that touch the sky, the god still...
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...
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...
A few days earlier, I had received an unexpected inheritance—a bequest from a distant aunt, one of those relatives whom life keeps on the fringes of our memory and who, just...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
When Uncle Renzo died, he left his two nieces, Anna and Milly, a property in Madrano, in Trentino. The news might have been greeted with joy, had the two sisters not stopped...