Our Cortona adventure
“Il primo amore non si scorda mai”
As one is either a ‘cat-‘ or a ‘dog person’, people most often also either loves France or Italy. Hardly ever and. In my life, France didn’t stand a chance. As a child we almost religiously returned to Tuscany every summer and at the age of 17 I moved to Florence for one year to study Italian. A few years later, my parents bought an apartment in a villa on the hills behind Stresa (Lago Maggiore), from where my husband David – together with our 2 daughters – have visited nearly every corner of the country.
In 2023, precisely 30 years after my move to Florence, I have yet a new Italian address! This time David and I bought our own ‘house’ (a ‘dilapidated farming hamlet’ is more like it) in the region where it all begun: Tuscany. Read along!
Autumn in Cortona: with water AND olive oil!
Autumn in Cortona; a visit to our ‘Fantoio’ and liters of olive oil!
Quite naive…
We thought we had arranged everything so well, but our trust was tested!
No water, no renovation.
August ’23. Directly at our first visit to your new Italian property, we would discover that we too would overlook important things… Spoiler: no water, no renovation.
A new Italian home
April '23. My husband David and I signed the contract at the notaio in Camucia di Cortona which made us the owner of a house in the hills of Montanare, a hamlet without shops 15 minutes from the medieval town of Cortona. The ´keys` consisted of a basket full of least...
“No idea is final”
