Properties for sale in Italy

Cesena, March 17th, 1878Dearest Cousin Clelia, I hope this letter finds you in perfect health. With a heart full of joy and admiration, I wish to tell you about a recent visit I made to our dear cousin Amedeo, who has finally completed his new residence in Cesena. It is a magnificent home, situated in an unparalleled location. Very close to the road that links Ravenna to Rome, yet nestled in absolute silence and the lushest greenery. You would never imagine that such a peaceful paradise lies only ten minutes on foot from the historic center of the city, so well is it shielded and secluded by the surrounding nature. The villa rises along the banks of the Savio River and enjoys an exceptionally favorable climate. Summer is always cooled by a gentle breeze, while winter is softly protected by the tall trees that adorn the garden. In fact, the entire estate, which extends over more than 15,000 square meters, is surrounded by groves of oaks and carefully chosen trees, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and freshness that could hardly be more ideal. The park around it is a true green treasure chest, where every corner radiates a peace that few places can offer. Upon entering the villa, I found the perfect blend of a residence worthy of our noble family and the ingenuity of our cousin, who managed to structure it in such a way that each of his four children has their own private apartment. On the ground floor, Juliette and Amedeo have reserved for themselves a space that is a delight of lightness and freshness, entirely made of wood and fabric, with rooms decorated in French-style boiserie. A large hall with a fireplace creates a perfect ambiance for warmer days, thanks also to the oak veranda reminiscent of Tuscan lemon houses. Going up to the first floor, he thought of sweet Henriette, with a spacious apartment featuring wide rooms, polished oak floors, and walls adorned with French wallpaper. From one window you can see the Rocca of Cesena; from another, the riverbank winding along the property. Also on the first floor, Clotilde’s apartment is a true masterpiece of elegance. The scagliola-painted walls and walnut ceilings draw the eye and offer a noble atmosphere, with a lovely view over the park and the surrounding hills. The second floor holds the brightest and most colorful attic, with two bedrooms and skylights that flood every corner with natural light. The vibrant colors and fine details were thoughtfully designed for the eccentric Umberto. For young Giambattista, Amedeo transformed a large room into four separate spaces, including a kitchen-living area that faces west, bathed in the golden light of sunset. I can’t help but admire the wisdom in having created a home that meets everyday needs while being located in a place perfect for a peaceful retreat, far from the world. I embrace you warmly and await your reply with great eagerness.With all my affection,Your loving cousin,Carlo Alberto

Strolling through the center of Piazza Armerina, I meet up with Luigi, my guide for the day. He has the air of a slightly melancholic actor, and his name seems to tie him—unknowingly—to one of the most famous fathers of Italian literature, who was born on this marvelous Mediterranean island. With a sly smile, he takes me to see the first property on my list: a fully renovated apartment, a modern and refined interpretation of a historic residence. The old building that houses it, located on the first floor, has been renovated on the first two levels: the ground floor, which now hosts commercial spaces, and the piano nobile, with an independent side entrance—that’s the one we’re about to visit. Luigi points out how the renovation was designed to gracefully welcome those seeking an atmosphere of class, while keeping intact the connection to local tradition and the soul of the place. The apartment, he tells me, has a long history of hospitality. Years ago, truck drivers would stop here after long journeys to refuel—the building had a gas station attached—and then spend the night in the rooms we’re about to see. With the same sly smile, he adds that more than resting their weary bodies, they were here to satisfy other needs. Only the silent walls know those stories now. Today, the rooms have been redesigned to become an exclusive bed & breakfast, made up of large, bright spaces, all furnished in a modern and refined style—never too much, always just right. We visit the common living area, which opens onto a picturesque view of the town. It's a cozy space where color and natural light intertwine to offer moments of relaxation. We continue with the four bedrooms, each with a private bathroom. Every room features a brightly painted wall behind the bed—a sensory touch that gives each space its own unique identity. The rooms' beauty is enhanced by barrel-vaulted ceilings, finished with Venetian stucco and masterfully lit to add a regal feel to every corner. Each room is equipped with air conditioning and private bathrooms, featuring spacious showers that invite guests to unwind. Two of the rooms open onto small balconies overlooking the piazza, where the town’s life flows slowly and calmly, always within sight of those who appreciate history and the city’s living breath. One of the rooms includes a beautiful corner whirlpool tub, large enough for two. I must say, the beauty of the old has been perfectly blended with the comfort and practicality of the new. I believe this property is an unmissable opportunity for anyone looking to not just purchase an apartment, but to own a piece of history—lovingly restored and ready to become a profitable business. What are you waiting for? These rooms whisper that they can't wait to become the silent witnesses of many new stories waiting to unfold.

I've never liked the chaos of markets, and for some time now I've been looking for a place to direct my savings. I wanted something that would allow me to pause and reflect, away from the daily noise. While casually browsing through listings, an image caught my attention: an apartment not far from the sea, at a price that was definitely attractive to me. It was a bare ownership offer—something I wasn’t familiar with. But curiosity, which defines me and never betrays me, led me to discover that it’s an old arrangement, an investment that requires patience, like a plant growing silently, without haste. So I decided to take the next step and see the property with my own eyes, imagining my life intertwined with that apartment. As I got closer, I thought that the idea of owning something that would become fully mine over time, calmly, wasn’t something I minded at all. With that spirit, I arrived in Donoratico, a village still carrying the scent of the sea, but also that of a countryside that seemed endless. The house, from the outside, reminded me of Aunt Maria’s—tucked behind a row of plants and shrubs that seemed to guard the secrets of time. There, every stone, every corner, had its own story. Not one that was shouted, but whispered, emerging from the folds of a home that felt lived-in, and like a keeper of ancient memory. When I stepped inside, the fireplace at the center of the living room welcomed the damp air with its warm, reassuring presence. The fire, in truth, was just an echo of old traditions, and the crackling flames spoke a language I already knew, as if I’d always lived beside that sound. The owner, with her small and calm figure, was preparing something in the little kitchen. Her every move was part of a ritual—slow, measured—demanding nothing but to be observed. Her movements between the small shelves filled with pots and spices held a harmony that spoke of a time when everything had its place, and every action had meaning. The living room, with velvet armchairs and linen curtains filtering the soft afternoon light, felt like a suspended space—like a painting that didn’t want to be moved. Books lined the shelves—not bestsellers, but books that had been read. They stood as signs of a quiet culture, not needing to be flaunted, only to be lived. The two bedrooms were simple, with wrought iron beds and wool blankets. The house smelled of wood and lavender—a scent that mingled with the breath of the world outside. But the true enchantment of that house was the small balcony. It opened onto nothing—or rather, onto the infinite. From there you could see the horizon, which seemed to end in the blue line of the sea, but it was only a promise, a boundary inviting you to look beyond. And it was there, in that little space open to the infinite, that I understood this house—with its corners and its calm—would become a part of my life. A steady point that needed no explanation, because it was already a part of me.

Welcome to Naro, the “Fulgentissima” as Frederick II fondly called it, and the Italian Capital of Culture for 2025. We are in the province of Agrigento, just a few kilometers from the Valley of the Temples and the stunning Sicilian coastline. This charming town showcases one of Sicily’s highest expressions of Baroque architecture, with its monuments, churches, and palaces delighting residents, tourists, and lovers of culture and design alike. Here lies Palazzo Morillo, an 18th-century Baroque building nestled between the town’s main street, Corso Vittorio Emanuele, and Via Specchi and Via Riolo. What we’re visiting today is the piano nobile of this historic residence—an exquisite example of 18th-century Baroque and one of the town’s most prominent and elegant palaces. Entry is through a carved wooden door on Via Riolo, leading to a majestic marble staircase adorned with arches and columns that brings us to the main floor. This level features eight spacious rooms, a kitchen, and service areas. The building’s exterior façade is adorned with seven balconies resting on stone bases, all enriched with refined moldings, friezes, and decorative elements. An internal staircase leads to the upper floor, where we find another service room and a stunning terrace with views over the picturesque historic center and the sea beyond. This historic residence spans over 400 square meters. Moving from room to room is a unique experience, where the carefully crafted ceramic floors—each space displaying a distinct pattern or optical effect—lead the way, while your gaze is drawn upwards to the high, frescoed ceilings. The atmosphere is one of sophistication and elegance, inviting you to relive the grandeur of times past. Stucco, plasterwork, and baroque details follow you from one room to the next, as does the light, seemingly chasing you thanks to excellent exposure on three sides and large windows that flood the space with warm, natural light throughout the day. The property is unoccupied, can be subdivided, and requires renovation—except for the roof, which has been completely replaced in recent years. This is not simply a house to fall in love with—it is one that commands respect for its noble and ancient heritage. Restoring its magnificent floors, reclaiming the period woodwork, and reviving its frescoes to their original splendor is not just a possibility, but a tribute. Given its central location, generous dimensions, and inherent character, the choice is yours: a prestigious luxury residence? A charming hospitality business? A one-of-a-kind event venue? One thing is certain: your new home comes with a message of hope and blessing, engraved in stone beneath the grandest balcony—“Long live Divine Providence, 1790.” Still reading? Book a viewing now—you won’t be disappointed.

As a mountain enthusiast and lover of authentic places, every time I return to the Cadore area, I’m struck by the genuine beauty of these lands. While walking near Lake Santa Caterina, I came across a property that immediately caught my attention: a family-run hotel, simple and genuine, with huge potential to become a small gem of modern mountain hospitality. The building has a solid foundation, both structurally and emotionally: it features 10 rooms spread across two floors, all with private bathrooms, and some with small balconies. Even in its current state, the rooms hold great value, but I can easily imagine a restyling that would make them even more welcoming for today’s travelers — with natural materials, understated comforts, artisanal details, and a design that honors tradition while offering a contemporary feel. On the ground floor, you’ll find the heart of the hotel: a bar area, once well known in the region for its excellent pastries. Here, I see the opportunity to create a lively meeting point not only for overnight guests, but also for hikers, cyclists, and travelers passing through — a place to enjoy breakfast, relax after a walk, or savor a local dessert in a warm, homely atmosphere. Next to it, the kitchen offers enough space to develop a simple yet curated culinary offering, perhaps with a small menu based on local, seasonal products. The basement could be transformed into a wellness area, complete with a sauna and relaxation zone, while the large attic — still waiting to be explored — could be converted into a cozy, multifunctional loft: a space for activities, small events, or even a few panoramic suites. Cadore has a deep soul, and properties like this have the potential to become a new kind of hospitality: respectful, rooted in tradition, yet able to speak the language of today's travelers. With a thoughtful but decisive renovation, this hotel could be reborn as a contemporary mountain retreat with the warmth of a family home.

Imagine a man like Marcovaldo — a character created by Italian writer Italo Calvino — a simple, dreamy soul who sees nature and beauty hidden in the cracks of a busy, modern city. That’s exactly how he would have looked at this apartment: like a rare, gentle animal that wandered into his life by pure chance. He was in Milan, yes, but in a corner of the city that felt almost like a promise: quiet in the morning, sky-blue in the afternoon, and scented with rain in the evening. The living area — as the real estate agent called it — had a large window and a French door leading onto a balcony. Not just a token balcony, but a real one, wide enough for a small table and two chairs. Here Marcovaldo, like a king restored to his throne, would eat under the open sky, watching for clouds tucked between the rooftops or a flutter of pigeons adding a poetic touch to his meal. And then there was the bathroom... with a real window! For someone used to shaving in misty, shadowy rooms, this small opening to the outside world felt like pure luxury. He would now shave bathed in sunlight, watching leaves quiver on the trees in the courtyard, feeling almost like he was on holiday. The bedroom — though he occupied it alone — had a window so wide that waking up felt like being inside a painting. Light streamed in without asking permission, making the bedsheets shine like snow under the sun. There were even two closets: one in the hallway, one near the bathroom. Spacious, orderly, with a scent of new wood that filled him with a quiet hope. Marcovaldo, who had once rolled his shirts into drawers, now hung them with care, as if preparing for grand events. In this apartment, every window was a new beginning. Every closet, a promise. And every meal on the balcony, a tiny dream made real.

It was a golden spring day when I arrived at Monteleone Castle. I had the privilege of spending a whole week there with Ginevra, my best friend since first grade, before her wedding was celebrated there. The sun was filtering through the foliage of the trees, caressing the ancient walls of the fortress with a light that seemed suspended in time when I heard footsteps approaching, it was Mario, the manor's caretaker and handyman. Ginevra had told me a lot about him because not only was there a memory of when her family started working in the castle, but because Mario knew every stone and every flower, every corner and every story.The castle stands elegantly at the top of the village of Monteleone: but its other properties are scattered like wildfire in the surrounding area, 300 hectares of tidy vineyards, fields perfumed with wild herbs, silent woods and meadows dotted with flowers. Marco offers to accompany me and tell me about the manor, as he likes to call it, and our visit begins in the small church. He leads me inside and proudly shows me some of the splendid rooms, all beautifully maintained, those that, as Marco tells me, “have a history within history”, the large kitchen, the astronomy room, the library, the coat of arms room, the bedrooms, and outside, in the splendid Italian garden, the bell tower and the watch tower. Time passes quickly and the sun is already setting. Today's journey has been long and tiring and I ask permission to retire for a little rest. I climb the ancient stairs of the castle almost on tiptoe, guided by an inviting silence towards the room I have been assigned. I open a door ajar and find myself in a room with the scent of Cyrmol. The lit fireplace spreads an embracing warmth. I sit on a four-poster bed, covered with light veils and embroidered linen sheets. The lavender scent of the sheets envelops me, I close my eyes, perhaps only for a moment, and I am already asleep. But that moment becomes a dream. In the dream I am here, but everything was different. The castle is alive with ladies and knights and torches lit along the corridors. The manor is a kingdom, and I... am the betrothed of the young prince of Monteleone. The skilful hands of two maidens help me dress, and I wear a marvellous and precious gown, woven of gold and silk threads, that sparkles with every breath I take. I walk through the vineyards as if they have always belonged to me, in the village I greet people who bow softly, as if they have known me all my life. The laughter within the walls of the house not far away, the bonfires lit in the woods, the dancing among the ruins that seem, as if by magic, rebuilt and alive. And the prince? He looks at me as if I were the key to his happiness, and I feel suspended between dream and reality, between the present and a lost time. Then, as often happens in dreams, time begins to slip away. I wake up slowly, still wrapped in the warmth of the fireplace. But the most incredible thing is to discover that I am really wearing the dress of the dream: gold and silk, sewn as if by ancient hands. I rise slowly, slowly, mirroring myself in the glass of a veiled window. The prince was no longer there, but something of him remained in my gaze. My heart is still full of that other time, something of the dream has remained with me, like a secret whispered between the stones of the castle. These days everything seems incredible to me, I hear the faint echo of a love that perhaps was, or perhaps will be but this castle is and will remain my heart's place.

The car stops in front of a large gate. Mom smiles, pats her belly and says, “We're here.” I jump down, curious. Dad opens the gate and we stand in front of a large house, surrounded by greenery. All around, just silence, wind in the trees, and a garden that never seems to end. Dad says it's over 13,000 meters of land all of ours, I don't know how many there are, but I see so many! I run toward the house. The entrance is wide and smells of orange. On the ground floor is a bright living area with large windows. The kitchen is huge - I can already imagine grandma making arancini - and there is a room with a sitting area and a stove of those beautiful ones, which also warms the heart. At the back, a modern bathroom and a laundry room, all comfortable and neat. There's even a door that leads straight to the garage: no more shopping bags in the rain and I'll finally have a workshop where I can fix my little cars. I run up the stairs. On the second floor is a bathroom, and a room where, they say, Mom and Dad will sleep with their soon-to-be-born baby sister. Another room for the grandparents that will become a kitchen when they get a room on the ground floor. A door that leads into a secret third floor, everything here is still in the rough, when I grow up Mom said there will be a room for me, one for my sister and three more to accommodate friends and relatives plus of course the bathroom, actually two. Outside there is a barbecue area under the trees. Father promises that in the summer we will have barbecues with the grandparents, who will come to live with us during the vacations. But the best thing is that I will finally have Spike. Father read in a newspaper about an abandoned Belgian shepherd. He said we will adopt him together. I will never leave him, Spike will be my best friend. This is not just a home. It is a dream, here in Piazza Armerina, in the hills of Sicily. It is the place where we will grow up, together. Born soon little sister Spike and I will need a companion for adventure.

My name is Achille, I am an elegant Siamese with some experience in comfy cushions and sunny windows. Today I tell you about my exploration of my possible future residence... a house of our own, or almost, in Lodrone. As soon as I arrived, I immediately noticed one important thing: independent. It means that no one above me makes any disturbing noises while I sleep. Already a plus. But the real wonder? Three levels of territory to explore. And I, modestly, am an expert explorer. On the ground floor, a windowed tavern with a coiled ceiling: a suitable place to chase filtering sunlight and take long naps. There are two cellars - one, I am told, could become a laundry room. I can already imagine warm clothes to roll in! There is also a garage, useful if my humans want to park their cars... or leave an empty box there for me, of course. I walk up to the first floor, where I am greeted by an open living room-kitchen area. Here there is an Olle stove. Do you know what that means? A corner that is always warm in winter, perfect for snuggling up. There is also a comfortable room, a bathroom (for humans, of course) and a staircase that invites you to go up again. So up I go. On the attic floor I find my true oasis: a double bedroom with a built-in wardrobe (great hiding place), a single room that I could claim all my own, and a bathroom with a Jacuzzi. Not that I love water, but seeing my humans relaxed...meoh relaxes me too. Above is a rough attic, yet to be fixed up. It could become my secret palace. The house is sunny all day, it's in the centre, but in a quiet area. There's Lake Idro nearby (nice to look at, not to get wet!) and Madonna di Campiglio for my humans' winter trips. And for me... lots of houses to visit, who knows, maybe I'll find some good old lady to give me some kibble, and meadows and woods to hunt in, and if I'm lucky....a nice girlfriend, maybe a long-haired one...meaohhhh In conclusion, if you're looking for a home for your family of four (plus a feline, of course), this is perfect. Sun, silence, space and secret corners: approved by me, Achilles.

After a long and rewarding career, Anna has finally reached the well-deserved goal of retirement. With the money of the liquidation he decided to realize a dream that he cultivated for a long time: buy his own house in a place rich in history, culture and natural beauty. The choice fell on Modica, a beautiful baroque town in the province of Ragusa, in south-eastern Sicily. Famous for its handmade chocolate, the majestic churches and picturesque alleys, Modica is also close to the sea: in a few minutes drive you can reach golden beaches and crystal clear waters. The property that Anna has bought is in a quiet, panoramic and well connected area. This is a two-storey house, with two separate apartments. On the ground floor there is a garage, a kitchen, a bedroom and a terrace with beautiful views of the city and the hills. On the first floor, instead, there is a second house consisting of kitchen, living room with its balcony and a double bedroom overlooking the beautiful terrace that we have already found also on the ground floor. Anna has decided to merge the two apartments into a single house on two levels. On the ground floor has a large living area with kitchen, bright and cozy, ideal to receive friends and family. Upstairs she has kept the bedrooms, ready to welcome her two children during the holidays when they come to visit her with their families. To ensure a certain degree of independence during periods when children and grandchildren stay for long periods, Anna has thought of an intelligent furniture: a transformable piece of furniture that allows you to separate part of the living room on the ground floor, creating an autonomous and functional space. This solution, in addition to offering greater convenience for the family, also opens up the possibility of renting a part of the house for short periods, generating an extra income. Serene and satisfied with her choice, Anna enjoys the new life in Modica, between walks by the sea, sunsets on the terrace and the warmth of a house finally all his own, Anna still does not exist, But surely you have imagined yourself here in his place...waiting to enjoy the well-deserved rest with the family.

Chiara and Matteo had never imagined themselves truly far from the city. She, an architect with a studio in the historic center of Trento; he, an environmental engineer engaged in projects between innovation and sustainability. Their life flowed between appointments, construction sites and evenings in an apartment that was now too small for them. Then a new life arrived — their first child — and with him, a new desire: to take root, to have space, silence, a horizon. Thus began the search for a different home. They wanted it close to the city, but immersed in nature; a place where they could reconcile work and family, where they could breathe. After many visits and some disappointment, they found it: a detached house in Ravina di Trento, right on the slopes of Monte Bondone, nestled between the woods and the sky. The house is still unfinished: a blank sheet of paper, to be written by four hands. They can decide everything. Maybe they will make it into a single large apartment on two floors, bright and open to the view and perhaps with a large mezzanine. Or they will create two units with a small independent annex, perfect for hosting their parents — who live far away, outside of Trentino — whenever they come to visit them. Let's not forget the garage, 150 square meters available also for the collection of Vespas that Matteo is immensely proud of. But what won them over was the view. From the terrace and the large windows you can dominate the entire plain of the Adige valley, which opens up wide and bright before their eyes. It is a spectacle that changes with the seasons, with the hours, with the weather. And every time, it leaves you breathless. At the beginning they were not used to so much silence. To so much greenery. But now they could not do without it. The forest that borders their property has become part of their daily life. Chiara dreams of designing a sustainable and beautiful space, tailor-made for their family. Matteo, on the other hand, already has in mind a small Golden Retriever breeding farm, a desire he has cultivated for years. Today they look ahead with serenity. They know that they have not simply bought a house. They found a place to build their future, step by step. A place that speaks of nature, love and roots. Chiara and Matteo are two fictitious names that you can replace with yours as soon as you cross the threshold of this property you will understand that you will never want to leave.

Oh, good morning to you, dear. I present myself with due grace: I am Amelia - goose of high lineage and official vigilante of the Territory of Forms and Dreams. Thirty thousand square meters of impeccable nature, with a touch of wild poetry - and not a single blade of grass out of place, I guarantee it personally, feather on feather. In the middle of so much beauty, there is also a lovely pond: a pleasant and enchanted place where I love to reflect, swim and let myself be caressed by the light that dances on the water. That’s where I often go for inspiration... and some dragonflies to chase. I was born under the sign of elegance and attention, and I have always been entrusted with the task - solemn, I would say - to watch over these lands. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, escapes my keen eye. Not even a leaf that dares rustle out of beat. Yes, I will accompany you. Follow me on tiptoe along the main avenue. The humans, just arrived, remain silent - not out of fear, no sir, but out of pure astonishment. On the sides, a parade of slender plants, straight as court flutes. Everything perfectly aligned in a "L"... as "Lyric", "Freedom" or - if you really care - "Lettuce". But come on, that’s another matter. Then, my lords, the beating heart of the property opens. A natural theatre, an amphitheater of verdure! Round, generous trees, dancing in the breeze: lime trees, young oaks, maybe even some vain mulberry. No stage, no curtain: only sky, grass and magic. In the evening, when the sun dives behind the hill like an actor at the end, we local creatures meet there. Not for gossip - we are artists! We act. Yes, we act! I, Amelia, often direct... but I don’t back down if you need an extra. The last time? La Traviata! The fox was an excruciating violet, and the badger - Alfredo with a fake moustache. The owl’s solo? Unforgettable. Even the owl, that grumpy old man, pulled up with his beak. And now, we’re looking for a human. Yes, sir. A person of taste, who wants to embrace this place: live it, love it, turn it into space for events, dreams, maybe a farm I miss very much seeing small balls chasing each other in the meadow. There is a big house, on two - maybe three - floors, still in the rough, just waiting to be finished with love. Then, a short distance away, a tall tall hut! On rainy days we use it as a stadium: yes, the Pennuti Olympics! Jumping the perch, slalom between bales of hay, and singing competitions teams. Below all this, a basement - we would dare to say: a modern crypt - of 370 square meters. We call it "the belly of the dream". Practically a wonder. Everything is in Riese Pio X, province of Treviso, in a deliciously strategic position. Surrounded by greenery, but just a wing beat from everything you need. A perfect balance - like an acute held to perfection. And now I leave you: I have to fix the choir for tomorrow. We will do The Barber of Seville. Pino the hedgehog is prey to emotion. You, contact us. Come. We are waiting for you - feathered and ready. With esteem, grace and a touch of theatrical pen. Amelia, Goose of Scena.

I remember well the day I first arrived here, attracted by a small crumb left on this terrace. It was winter, and that gesture seemed like a real treasure to me. The girl who lived here was kind: every morning she would leave me rice chips or corn flakes, and I would come back happy to visit her. My name is Chessy, I'm a redhead born last spring in a tree in the S. Pio X neighborhood in Trento. Since I learned to fly, I fly every day over the roofs and balconies of this quiet neighborhood, where everything moves calmly and harmoniously. I like to glide among the electrical wires, tap on the balconies and listen to the city wake up. During the winter I discovered this building and its balcony, where I always found something to eat. Then spring came, but the cyclamen were no longer watered, and the terrible cat behind the window door was gone. One day, with the windows open and the house full of boxes, I decided to go inside. The living room was big and bright, just like I imagined. Next door, a functional kitchen, which has remained furnished, ideal for preparing intimate dinners, perhaps passing the dishes from the window overlooking the living room. There are two spacious double bedrooms, one already ready to welcome new residents. I also explored the bathroom, looking for water between tub with shower, sink and bidet, but eventually I left the window to go to the nearby park to thirst. Returned by the kitten — what a satisfaction when there are no cats in the house! — I found a well-organized storage room, and even a package of forgotten biscuits. I also discovered a nook where you can arrange a large closet, so everything stays in order. Now I am back on my favorite balcony, sunny until sunset, from which I watch the city, the lights go on and the sky open above me. How I miss the girl... her affection kept me company on the coldest days. I hope someone opens these windows again soon and gives me another tasty little surprise.

Eh Sandra - I'm Gennaro, as soon as I found out I immediately thought of you! The second-floor apartment, right below mine, has opened up, and look... it's a gem. No, really, it's not the usual house that you have to do everything again. Here you enter, put your bags, and live. Everything ready, arranged, well furnished. A rare thing, believe me. It is a three-room apartment with two balconies, one overlooking the internal courtyard – quiet and peaceful – and one outside. They completely renovated it in 2014, but I swear it looks like it was made yesterday: parquet everywhere, wooden and aluminum frames with triple glazing, mosquito nets already integrated. And then the systems –electric, hydraulic and air conditioning – are certified, made by professionals. Now, I know you'll tell me: “Gennà, but is there an elevator?” Oh no, it's not there, but they have already provided for the possibility of using a stairlift, paying the fee and it should never be needed. And anyway, it's just two ramps, nothing tragic. Then listen carefully: the apartment is fully furnished with serious stuff. The kitchen is a jewel, with a steel top, Foster burners, Liebherr fridge, NEF oven with retractable door, wine cellar, NEF dishwasher. It's not market stuff, eh. The sleeping area is also equipped: double bed with Flou container, built-in wardrobes with sliding doors and chests of drawers. The living room has a Flexform corner sofa and a custom-equipped wall. The bathroom? Elegant, with Corian furniture and chests of drawers. The utilities are autonomous, so you don't find any unpleasant surprises. Condominium fees are low –80 euros per month – and cover stair cleaning, insurance, administrator, electricity... all in order. And then Maria, you know: Via Boccaccio is a beautiful, served area, five minutes from the Palazzo dei Diamanti. You have schools, universities, supermarkets, buses, everything at your fingertips. And it's a quiet neighborhood, where you live well. For a young couple, or even for you if you are looking for a comfortable and ready place, it is perfect. Look, if you don't take it, it'll be gone in a week. I told you!

Arco is one of those places where you wake up in the morning with clear skies, the scent of the lake in the air and mountains at your fingertips. Here, the energy is contagious: between rock walls, dream paths and cycle paths that take you to Lake Garda, every day has the flavor of adventure. Arco is the Italian climbing capital, the kingdom of the wind (yes, the Ora del Garda!), but also a lively center all year round, with events, markets, bistros and a truly top quality of life. And it’s right here, a stone’s throw from the sports area and popular crags, that this apartment is perfect for a dynamic young couple... or someone looking for a smart investment in one of Trentino’s most popular resorts! The apartment is cozy and well distributed: upon entering you will find a bright living area with an open kitchen, perfect for dinners with friends or slow breakfasts. From here there is access to a small terrace where you can enjoy the Ora del Garda in the afternoon – perfect for an aperitif after an outdoor day! The intimate and relaxing double bedroom enjoys, like the rest of the apartment, elegant and warm exposed beams. The bathroom has a window and is modern, with a practical shower. A plus? An extra room has been created from the living room, ideal as a study, guest bedroom or small home gym. But if you prefer more living space, it can easily return to being part of the original living room. Maximum flexibility! The property includes a comfortable cellar for bikes, climbing equipment or supplies of local wine (why not?). Whether you are looking for your own nest between nature and sport, or an investment to immediately make an income, this apartment is a small opportunity not to be missed. Come and discover Arco and bring your energy to this corner of Trentino to experience!

"Honey, you can't imagine how wonderful this is!" My mother's voice is full of excitement, clear and alive on the other end of the phone. "We arrived in Sicily this morning and now we are at Alessandra's house, on the hills that embrace Piazza Armerina. My love... I have no words. She lives in a villa that seems to have come out of a daydream! It is immersed in a sea of ​​olive trees, which move slowly with the wind as if they were whispering ancient stories. The landscape is a continuous wonder: gentle hills that chase each other to the horizon, the intense scent of wild rosemary that mixes with the warm air, and that light... oh, that golden light that here in Sicily seems to bless everything. On the clearest days, Alessandra told me that you can even see Etna, far away, but majestic. The villa sits on a slightly sloping terrain, surrounded by silence and nature. When I saw it for the first time, I felt like I was entering a painting: an elegant but sincere house, welcoming like a hug. On the ground floor there is a splendid covered patio, with wooden beams and a barbecue area that smells already of summer evenings, laughter and good wine. The kitchen, large and bright, is a little gem with windows wide open on the olive trees, every detail chosen with care. Next to it there is an intimate living room, furnished with simple but refined taste, the relaxation area with a large fireplace, a comfortable bathroom and Alessandra's bedroom overlooking the garden. Going up one level - even if, given the slope of the land, it still seems like the ground floor - another living room opens up, with a large terrace overlooking the valley. It is my favorite corner: the sun comes in from every side and seems to caress your skin. Here there is a delightful guest room, where I will sleep these days with a bathroom just for me and the private terrace ideal for my tan. On the top floor, in the attic, there are two bedrooms in one went to Lucia and the other to Sandra and a really pretty bathroom. Everything smells of lavender, wood and cleanliness. The windows overlook the olive trees, and in the evening... it is something that cannot be explained. You only feel the chirping of crickets and the wind in the leaves. No noise, just peace. A silence that enters you, and heals you. Alessandra is happy here, you can see it in her eyes, in her calm gestures, in her serene voice. Next time we have to come together, you and I. I want you to see all this, feel it too. This place steals your heart." This could be the call your guests will make after staying at your fantastic property in Piazza Armerina.

As soon as I cross the threshold, the sound of my footsteps on the ancient wood resonates like a call. There is something in the air — not just dust from past stories, but rhythm. The light coming in through the large windows sculpts the air, cuts the shadows into soft lines, as if just waiting for someone to dance. And I can't resist. One heartbeat, then another. And my body already responds, almost without me. I came in out of curiosity, sincerely attracted by the price, but this is not a simple apartment. It's a hidden stage. A forgotten ballroom, enclosed in the heart of an old factory in Casale Monferrato. Here, between Turin and Milan, where the hills draw the profile of time and silence can tell better than words, it is as if the soul of the place still lives. In the large living room, once the beating heart of the workers' after-work club, I see with my imagination those tired bodies, freed from uniforms and shifts. I hear the gramophone music, the stolen smiles, the hands touching each other with modesty and desire. Those floors —these very under my feet — have known love, hope, rebirth. And it's as if every step I take is a continuation of that story. The eat-in kitchen, with its tidy pantry, seems made to prepare shared dinners, evening laughter, improvised toasts. The dining room next door seems to be waiting for stories to listen to, slow conversations. The two rooms, intimate and welcoming, still have the right silence to dream. The bathroom invites you to take care of yourself, calmly, with respect. But it is the living room that captures me, that holds me back. This is where I go back to dancing. Not to perform, but to pay homage to those who, before me, found freedom in this place. And it's clear by now: this is not just a house. It is a choreography suspended in time. A living memory that still seeks steps, music, emotions. And I... I’d leave my heart there.

We discovered Bagolino, this town with a funny name, almost by chance, driven by the desire for a peaceful holiday full of authentic beauty. This charming village, nestled in the Brescia mountains, near Lake Idro and the Ponte Caffaro nature reserve, immediately won us over with its breathtaking views, unspoilt nature and the peace that reigns everywhere. It is the ideal destination for those seeking an oasis far from the chaos, but with all the comforts at their fingertips. We rented a villa very close to the lake, in the hamlet of Ponte Caffaro, for two weeks, without imagining that we would fall in love with it to the point of wanting to buy it. It is a practically new property, ready to be lived in, where you immediately feel at home upon entering. Enclosed by a well-tended hedge, it offers a private garden that gives a feeling of exclusivity and serenity. The porphyry patio completely surrounds the villa, creating a perfect convivial area with a barbecue area, relaxation spaces and a beautiful swimming pool where our children spent many happy hours. The interior is simply impeccable. Furnished with modern, minimalist and chic taste, all in elegant shades of white and cream, it conveys freshness and refinement. On the ground floor, we are welcomed by a large, bright kitchen with double access to the patio and swimming pool: perfect for cooking together and then eating outdoors. The spacious living room with light-coloured flooring is the heart of the house, where we shared games, laughter and moments of true relaxation. The four double bedrooms, all with private bathrooms, offer maximum comfort and are also ideal for hosting friends or family. The villa also has an independent first floor, a separate apartment with exposed beams, a living area, kitchenette, one double bedroom, one bedroom with three beds and a bathroom. This area proved perfect for the grandparents, who were able to enjoy their privacy while remaining close by. We didn't think we would find such a special place, or such a perfect home. But now that we have experienced it, we don't want to leave. This villa, just a few minutes from Lake Idro, is much more than a holiday home: it is a dream that we want to turn into reality.

Ssshh... I'm playing hide and seek! I am in a magical house in Francavilla Marittima, a small village among the hills that smell of olive trees and salty winds. Here the houses smell of ancient times. My favorite? The stone one, all renovated but with the soul of a fairytale house. Within a worn stone staircase, each step tells stories of those who climbed it before me. When I get up, I'm in a built-in kitchen that tastes like tomatoes in the sun and wood in the oven. There’s a niche in the wall, closed by a wooden door: I’m sure it’s hiding treasure...maybe ancient letters, maybe forgotten candy, as soon as I walk back I need to check it but now I need to hide...oooh where I go...over there in the living room. Above all exposed beams and a large stone fireplace that looks like the portal to an underground world. From the French window you exit onto a tiny balcony but full of sky. From there I see the roofs with tiles and the profile of the mountains in the distance. Strong breath: smells of resin and adventure. Then off you go, down the ladder! I go down to the ground floor. The floor is warm and rough terracotta under the bare feet. The walls are made of stone, cold as a river in shadow. Here there is a relaxation room with a second fireplace, lower and more welcoming. This is sure to be Santa's favourite, I might hide in there, but there'll be soot And then... my favourite niche: round, deep, perfect for disappearing but for me it's small, I'm leaving Poldo here my beloved stuffed animal, so I'll have an excuse to come back. I open a door, an all orange bath – it looks like a fox's den! It’s small, no window, but with a singing shower, here I decided, I’ll hide here...and wait. I hear Andrea walking around this living room and not thinking of looking in the bathroom. So, while he goes up the stairs I follow him without being seen, he looks for me in the living room, in the kitchen and in the bathroom and then he goes up again, and I go back. I take the wooden staircase upstairs. I like it, it's smooth in contact with my feet, I hope it doesn't creak and reveal my plan. At the top there is a terrace: I only see roofs, bent antennas and a few cats sleeping in the sun. I feel like I'm flying. The sleeping area is a marvel: the bathroom has two sinks and a built-in tub, large enough for a paper galleon to navigate! The ceiling is very high, with beams like the ribs of a good dinosaur. The light enters through a large velux, and in the morning it wakes you up with the sun in your face. There are two rooms: one is small and full of hiding places under the bed and behind the door. The other, the marriage, is huge! It has a balcony with a double exit, and a mezzanine that leads to a kind of secret room: I call it the pirate's hideout, but the adults say it's a walk-in closet. There’s another niche in the room, with an old window and door... I like to think that it opens at night and lets out stories. Three niches, three secret worlds. This house is full of magic, silences, creaks and places to hide. But ...Andrea saw me, now stop talking...it’s my turn to count! One... two... three...I'm coming!

It's a hot August day, and the sun is already shining high over Trento when I hop on my bike. The morning air is still pleasantly cool, and the city's quiet streets seem to gently lead me toward a little adventure. The final destination is a special house in Ischia, a quiet hamlet of Pergine Valsugana. But first, a regenerating stop is a must: Lake Caldonazzo. Pedaling along the valley is a pure pleasure. Fields flow by on either side, mountains frame the horizon, and the thought of immersing myself in the cool waters of the lake makes me forget all my fatigue. Arriving in Caldonazzo, I can't resist: I leave my bike in the shade of a tree and dive in. The water is clear, cool, invigorating. A moment of absolute peace. There, floating and gazing at the clear sky, I think about how fortunate those are to live every day surrounded by such beauty. After a swim and a short break, I resume my journey. The road climbs a bit, but the view that opens up as I approach Ischia is worth every effort. And there it is, the house, a small, recently constructed building. What I will see is a splendid apartment occupying the top two floors, spread across two levels, completely open on all four sides, overlooking the landscape with discreet elegance. From every window, you can admire something different: the blue of the lake, the green of the picturesque village, the imposing mountains, or the meadows surrounding the area. The apartment's interior is still unfinished, and that's precisely its charm: it offers the freedom to choose every detail, to shape a space that fully reflects your taste and style. The fully customizable finishes allow you to create a unique atmosphere, modern or traditional, minimalist or warm. The building, composed of just three apartments, is refined and elegant. The stately elevator, the common areas embellished with porphyry slabs, and the attention to architectural details make it an exclusive and welcoming place. All around, the green meadows; above, the deep blue sky. The proximity to Pergine and Trento makes this home the ideal choice for those seeking tranquility without sacrificing the convenience of services. A refuge where you can experience every season to the fullest, in touch with nature and the authentic beauty of Trentino.