The story of my house.
This is our family house, built in 1930 by my greatgrandfather, Armando. It's very peculiar, different from all the houses that you will see in this country. In Lunigiana everything is Made of stone. Even the head of some of the people you will meet, I'd say. Many of those houses are very old, resisting to Time, war, and achievements. But there's one big enemy wich they could' nt exced, erthquake. Armando knew it, because in 1918, during one of the worse earthquakes of all the times, he was there, and he sow Many people diyng under the weight of those stones. that's the reason why, when he came back to Italy, after 10 years spent as immigrant, doing the cow boy in San Francisco, he built his house as they used to do in California, using wood instead of stones. He came back from USA bringing back what he lerned. In the beginning he could' nt even remember italian, as my grandma told me...
Wherever you came from, you are welcom. No matter your skin colour or your religion. The world is one and we are all brothers. we just need respect for each other.
I'll give you all the information you need to pass a peacefull time in my house and cowntry.
You will teast the food, the purfume of our woods, the culture of our tradition.