A big charming 19th century Villa only five minutes walking to the sea.
The Villa is in the little fishing town of Bocca di Magra, ten minutes by car from Montemarcello and from Sarzana, surrounded by greenery and protected by big trees which offer maximum of privacy.
In the garden there is a wonderful natural cooled patio with a big marble table and a bathroom, an hammock, olive trees, roses, some organic plants of tomatoes that you can eat (and some basil and red hot chilly peppers) and a utility room where you can find a good table tennis, four bicycles and other stuff for playing...
At the ground floor there is a big living kitchen fully equipped with my stuff and a fireplace that can be used to grill fish, an under stairs utility room and a living room with sofas, tv, dvd, stereo, and an electric piano.
At the first floor there are two double ensuite rooms, one of them with a futon bed.
At the second floor there is a double ensuite room and the kids room, full of toys, with two bunk beds.
Villa Passiflora is not an empty second house, it's not a luxury villa without warmth, it's a real family dream, a family haven of rest, our place, the place where our family gathered for all the festivities and all the vacations we had in the past ten years... Then the kids grow, someone decides to live with another love, someone left the country, someone gets older...
This house has kept her arms around us all the time, in every situation, in the same way sunny and rainy days...
So we love her so much, and, according to the guests, it can be felt.
Here we are for sharing with you that luck.
All the Villa and all the garden are exclusively for you.
During your stay I'm 10 minutes by car far from Bocca di Magra.
I always write and wrote to live me.
I was born and grew in the countryside, but not in a farmer family.
Then my parents, intellectuals, moved me in the Big City, Milano. I have lived in the city center for almost thirty long years, during which I have been a journalist, author, speechwriter and copywriter for big events.
When I divorced from my self-representation I left also the city and quitted my job: I was born again in a wood near Orvieto, living with two dogs, good food, theater and real love (those that you'll never forget)...
Then I came to Bocca di Magra, were I lived until now, with my dogs of course, and with a new kitten, that adopted us despite our tails...
Here I learn to grow tomatoes and I studied with a great Maestro the nobile art of beekeeping.
I can recognize my footsteps, between the ice and fire that drive our life: I chose the slowness of the home made bread and the speed of internet, I chose to be myself as myself, not in compair to.
I always see the beauty, 'cause I stopped to look for it.
There is no energy without awareness.