I’m beneath the spreading branches of a stately oak-tree, on top of a low hill. All around me rolling green hills as far as the eye can see. And in the distance, a sparkling blue sea stretches beyond the distant horizon.

I must be dreaming. I feel as if I were melting into nature: all I can see are her colours, all I can hear are her sounds. The Tuscan countryside casts a spell over me, softly, gently and with blissful perfection, surrounding me, embracing me…

You too can live this dream!
The hill with the old oak and the breathtaking landscape really exist. And you can find them at Boschi di Montecalvi.