Dolce far’niente

IMG_5618I wake up in an aura of light, immersed in lazy serenity and completely brainwashed of everything past. The wooden sun-blinds allow luminous paths on the fresh white linens, fairy dust dances in the light and a delicate rustle sings through the slightly open window.

It is the silent music of cypresses and old olive trees, when you wake up at 9 past, at your Tuscan farm. Our home is secretly nestled on the hills near Monteriggioni, far from the world and deep into wonderland. It has views over the hills of Chianti Classico, Castellina and Greve at day and the starriest sky over at night.

First day is about tuning in: pick up fresh basil, walk through the vineyard, cook a pasta pomodoro, picnic under the olive trees, take a bycicle into the village for fresh bread, sing, dance, make love, nap in the afternoon, read poetry, go to church, visit neighbors, drink wine. The Via Francigena passes close by, a legendary road of pilgrimmage that takes you through the heart of Tuscany and truly off the beaten path – so maybe we’ll go hiking or biking, or even riding tomorrow.

As for tonight, we’ll go see the sun setting through the Western gate of Monteriggioni and stay for a late dinner in the fortress.


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