Italy fascinated me even before I ever went there. Seeing it on pictures or on TV, it always captivated me with its unique beauty. I would even say unique personality. What you can find in Italy is hard to find anywhere else in the world. And most importantly, it always felt so familiar – especially Tuscany. Those olive trees, medieval towns, those landscapes… Looking at pictures, I used to imagine what it would be like to live in Tuscany one day, in one of those wonderful little houses.
Or to at least see it with my own eyes one day…
Well, I did. Back in 2009 I ended up going to Florence and from there to various little towns. Florence felt like I was back in medieval times, the atmosphere, the architecture,… “Wow..!!!” was all I could think of. You definitely need to be there to know what I’m talking about.
But let’s get back to what else Tuscany has to offer. Getting out of Florence to see its surroundings was a bit of a relief – although it is an astonishingly beautiful city, the traffic there is crazy. As soon as you get out of the city center, you are likely to get overwhelmed by all the motorbikes and all the cars. Drive a little further though and you will find yourself in a whole different world. In the world where it seems like time stopped hundreds of years ago, where you feel like what you see is exactly what people saw back then. It’s like nothing has changed. I mean, obviously, I can’t really know since I haven’t been there hundred years ago, but still – it felt like the nature, the little towns, everything stayed the same way. I felt like I was in a dream. I got sucked in the atmosphere so much I even started getting annoyed if I saw a modern house with a modern swimming pool… It just didn’t belong.
And then it happened. It was completely unplanned and thus even more magical. Somehow, I ended up in Montefioralle – the most impressive, the most dreamy, the most fairy tale-like little town I’ve ever seen and probably will ever see in my life. It was night time and I walked up those stairs that led to the entrance to that magical place. I will never forget how quiet it stood there, it felt like someone took it right out of my dreams and placed it right in front of me. I walked through and I could hear someone talking inside those windows and doors. I didn’t meet anyone on the street and I wondered – if I have, would the people look “normal” or would they look like they just stepped out of Dante’s poem?
Definitely the most mysterious place I have ever visited.
With Italy it was love at first sight.