Villa in Saitta

There is a place, in the hills of Modica, where time has stopped. Not in the sense that nothing happens, on the contrary. But there, the days pass slowly, to the rhythm of light, wind and silences full of life. The villa cannot be seen immediately. You have to travel along a small road that climbs between dry stone walls and rows of olive trees. Then, suddenly, it opens before your eyes like a postcard, framed by fruit trees, centuries-old carob trees and the sweet scent of the sun-kissed earth....