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Torre Del Falco – The place of my dreams

3 Aug

As said in my last post I couldn’t just write about where I have just returned from in a single paragraph. It wouldn’t be right because it was too beautiful. Around a year and a half ago my Mum and Dad returned from their holiday in Portugal, already having made up their mind as to where they wanted to go next. It was Italy and I wasn’t going to argue with that as it was somewhere I had always wanted to go.

So the usual process that my father takes to find accommodation commenced. List were drawn of regions, cities, towns and then down to apartments and villas. Sat down with Dad I took a look at what he had found to help whittle down the list to the finalists. It was the Olympics for Italian housing. And then we found it. The Torre del Falco . It looked beautiful on the holiday rental website. Outside a bright, vibrant garden in full bloom, a crystal blue salt water pool, cast iron benches with plump cushions and resplendent sun loungers perfect for taking a break from the world with a incredible view to boot.

Inside the rooms were full of antique furniture, ornate tiles, plush bedrooms with beautiful bedspreads and pretty pictures on the wall. If I wasn’t sold enough I then read a previous guests review and found a bit of information that concreted the fact that this is where I would be spending summer 2012.

Dad looked at me.

“Oh gosh” and hung his head in a way which suggested there was no turning back now. Not that he minded at all of course.

“Twelve cats and a miniature pony Dad. TWELVE CATS AND A MINIATURE PONY!” The next day the holiday was booked and Dad’s more in depth research of Spoleto began.

What gems it bought back to us as it turned out whilst we were there the towns annual cultural festival was taking place with performances from Mikhail Barishnikov, Lou Reed, the Wiener Straatsballet and the Pacific Northwest Ballet. Gosh it was just too exciting. By the time the holiday was just two weeks away I don’t think I slept for more than four hours a night!

On the night we left England’s drizzly shores I woke up from snoozing and turned on the TV as I prepared a pre-travelling midnight snack. The Gods must have been looking down on me because Wayne’s World was on and thus the holiday began with a “Schwing”! Sorry I just couldn’t resist.

Gatwick went like a breeze, the flight was wonderful, Rome airport is a memory I wish to forget and we were on our way, once we had figured out which way we were going. Two hours later we arrived in Spoleto and drove up the extremely large steep hill to our place of residence.

Standing at the top of the driveway and looking over the garden and property was breathtaking. All that could be heard was the rattling cicadas and the gentle shuffling and neighing of horses. Absolute bliss.

Torre del Falco as a residence consists of three beautiful adjoining properties that promise a relaxing time for all. The Tower with six bedrooms and two kitchens sleeps twelve and is the oldest and original part of the property. The Falconer is a the apartment to the left of the tower, it sleeps four and has its own private garden area with sun loungers and a BBQ. Lastly there is The Nest, a romantic hideaway for two with a canopied bed and little jasmine scented cordoned off area outside, perfect for an aperitif before heading down to the town. For our stay we were in The Falconer.

All four of us were over awed with how beautiful it all was, inside everything was decorated to the most beautiful of taste and with the greatest care that I have never seen anywhere else before. In my room, painted a beautiful pale blue, the walls were filled with delicate paintings of birds, a theme which ran throughout the rest of the property. We were informed by Beatrice the owner that it was really very secure, so that we shouldn’t worry about locking the doors and windows at night. The shutters can be left open and we should feel perfectly safe. Perhaps our British scepticism came in here but after one night of sleeping with the doors shut we of course realised she was right and slept peacefully for the whole two weeks, doors wide open waking up to the most wonderful of views.

Soon after we arrived we were introduced to one of the house’s most important residents Lalla the cat. Who loved to sleep outside our door under the grape vines (until she met Sully, then wherever he was, she was too!) Over the course of the two weeks came Remolo & Romolo, Signora Leena (or Flumpflump as I like to call her) Mafalia & Maffina, Popoff, Scappo, Ettore, Assutina, Ercole and a little kitten Angelino, who unfortunately passed away whilst we were there because of an illness he had caught. He was a beautiful, caring little darling thing and we had fallen in love with him that everyone was devastated when he was lost. But for the short space of time we all knew him he was very much loved.

Of course there was also the beautiful pony Matilde with her luscious black and white locks she looked like an equestrian rock goddess as she cantered about her paddock. In the time between our booking the holiday and our arrival she had been joined by the truly gorgeous Marguerite, who we found out was pregnant whilst we were there!

The town of Spoleto itself again is incredible, but I think I will assign this to my next post because I really want to devote this to Torre Del Falco. So stay tuned!

But perhaps the best part of all about this place is Beatrice because meeting her was like meeting someone we had known our whole life. She truly is a beautiful person inside and out and I would urge you to go here just to meet her. Mum and I were truly devastated at the prospect of leaving and I cried like Penelope nearly all the way to the airport. Perhaps pathetic, but I can assure you that if you go, you’ll be crying at the prospect of England as well!

And to top it all off….we’re all going again next year!

A Tale of Two Towns

3 Aug

I had always assumed that if I were a stick of rock my core would be emblazoned with Great Britain. At university I was proud to talk about my unwillingness to spend a year travelling around Thailand and Australia. (I’m aware of how beautiful they are but quite frankly if I’m paying for it I don’t want to slum it!) Moreover, I was quite frank in my expectations that I would never, EVER want to live anywhere other than our luscious albeit damp green pastures.

Then came Italy.

Now I realise you may chuckle to yourselves about this because anyone who has ever been to Italy will of course see the benefits of living in such a country. Berlusconi aside, it’s hot, the food and wine is incredible, the people are wonderful and the history is pretty fascinating.  But before you think that this is simply another ‘Oh you’ve been on holiday, goody for you’ post I wish to say that in the two times I have been lucky enough to go to Italy this year something more profound has happened that I can’t really ignore.

Call it pathetic and hippy nonsense but in the brief time that I have spent there this year I have felt truly at peace. It is certainly hard to explain. I have one way which will surely make me sound certifiably mad, but I will give it ago anyway.

My Alexander Technique teacher has the most wonderfully bizarre way of explaining bodily states that even more bizarrely make sense. So I will try and relay what she said to you but before I will give you a really very basic run down of what the technique is.  Essentially it is about recognising how you use your body, focusing on the bad habits one has and moving forward to relieve harmful tension from your life. I really do advocate it for everyone as it improves posture, breathing, state of mind, injuries…I could go on. Anyway back to my wonderful teacher. She once said to me that if the correct alignment of the body’s posture is found in a state of movement coupled with a calm, rational state of mind then one’s legs should not feel like legs but wheels.

Yes, completely mad I know. But I will explain because I actually managed to experience such a feeling in Turin earlier this year. Having spent a blissful few days with a friend taking in the sights of the wonderful city, meeting inspiring new people my head was unequivocally clear. Having just left the Palazzo Reale we were walking to get some lunch when suddenly my legs felt new and I couldn’t help but concentrate on how they felt as though they were moving because just as Mrs A had said it was though they were wheels. Every single part of my body was free and the only way to truly explain it was as though I was a child again, running so fast that you feel you are never going to stop because your legs and not your mind are in control. Incidentally the AT often uses children as an example, particularly those of an age when they are beginning to crawl and walk as it is then that the necessary movements, techniques and muscles are strengthened to allow for adult development.

Returning to the UK after this brief spell I put that happening down to being away from the turmoil of work and simply occurring because I was on holiday. When going back to Italy this July, I certainly didn’t expect it to happen again but once I was there (and out of Rome airport, perhaps the only place in Italy where you will find me truly angry as I do believe it could be the 8th circle of hell!) I felt as though I had come home in a sense.

Spending the following two weeks there at the Torre Del Falco in Spoleto (I will give this its own post because it is simply too incredible to put into one paragraph), with some of the people I love the most my boyfriend and I came to a decision to get the relevant qualifications and give living and teaching in Italy a go. Sounds like a big plan full of flaws but this time I am leading with my heart and not my head and I truly cannot wait to see where it takes me!