The need for the campaign.

Although I have always lived in small villages, where there was absolutely no noise and even less the din of traffic, I have always felt the need to "see" green ...

I wanted that panorama to be admired every morning and every evening from the window, with the darkness that surrounds your house at night and only the singing of some nocturnal bird or a roar (sometimes frightening!) Of a roe deer or fallow deer as a sound ...

Every day to be able to see the sky and the sunset… No street lamps, whipping, with lights of unlikely colors, between your shutters, only the light of the moon and… what a mantle of stars then !!

In our wanderings, there was a moment that marked a turning point in all of this.

We lived in the middle of the scrub, in the fantastic Sienese countryside ... A winding road, dirt and steep, isolated us from the world. When a year it snowed, it took a bulldozer and a tractor to get us out. However, it was a beautiful farmhouse, an estate of more than 1000 hectares of vineyards, olive groves and pastures ... The first 6 months no telephone, no TV ... We 2, our dog and our cat, foxes, porcupines, roe deer and wild boars, cows and birds of prey and all kinds ... even hedgehogs and squirrels did not disdain those spots, of Turkey oaks and cork oaks, maples and strawberry trees, even some stunted chestnut trees ... Sometimes some rare tourist, a little disoriented by all that silence ...

There was no better time than that! I vaguely told myself, it was the right life for me.

Then came Pami, the homecoming, the shop and much more.

But one day, I stopped real estate agency in the entrance, I repaired to me by a strong wind whipping the square, there, I was struck by the image of a white house, vaguely Provencal air.

I decided that I had to go and see it… I didn't say anything to Antonio and in a day of incessant rain, with a thick fog, I left with a friend of mine for the Guinza. I had never passed that road, I knew it went up to the Tower of David, but I had never done it. Once I would have passed, like almost everyone, from "Prato di Marrone", after the soffioni, to get up to M. Labro ... But this was the first discovery: they were really special places and the road was much less bumpy than the other !!

I had chosen to see her on that day of bad weather. I always told myself that seeing a house, in her worst time, is the best thing. If a house, when the weather is bad, still arouses an emotion, it already has points ... Sometimes sunny days, especially spring days, have the ability to confuse your heart and brain.

It is easy to fall in love on a clear, warm, fragrant day. Instead, if the thing you see, in the most complete discomfort (cold damp wind ...), still manages to seduce you ... well it's done !!

(May God send it to me good and windless ...)