The long winter months stretch and the cold wind runs on the desolate plains.
A pale sun tries to warm timidly the sleeping countryside.
A thrill runs over my skin and I close my eyes.
My thoughts fly to a blue sky bathed in the sweet light of Tuscany.
When I open my eyes they land on a path lined with cypress and I feel the warmth of the Italian sun caressing my skin.
A perfume of olives and geraniums floats around me. I take a few steps and, on the detour of a sweet hill, I discover, nestled in the hollow of valleys, Il Borgo.