The first time I saw Maremma I was eleven. The summer of 1993, aboard an old Rover, with the album Nord Sud Ovest Est of 883 on a loop to the radio car.
Twenty-five years later, memories began to fade. Guests of the Locanda Rossa, during a spring weekend, we had the chance to find everything that I had lost on the way.
The Locanda is hidden in the hills near the medieval village of Capalbio. A driveway of cypresses and white earth opens on the beautiful eco-hotel converted from an old brick-red house. We’ll be pampered for two days by its informal peace and elegance. Everything seems to be measured to perfection, luxurious but with the taste of agritourism, taken care of with great attention.
20 hectares of olive trees that produce oil, two swimming pools, luxurious rooms and small villas collected and intimate. We are accompanied by Barbara Valleggi, the Locanda’s director, to discover the corners listening to anecdotes and stories, during the planning of a small wedding.
A magical place that allows us to alternate the rest with small trips. I lose myself to drive immersed in the Tuscany landscape, among vines and green hills. The light is different, reminiscent of the soft that wraps the orange facades of the Roman houses. The streets are curved and silent. There is silence and summer smell.
On the second day, after a winter spent dreaming of the sea and the horizons of water, we enjoy the sunset from the Orbetello Lagoon. We arrive in twenty minutes. In time to find a small pier and watch the sun goes down. We don’t want to go back.
The homecoming is a crowd of nostalgic thoughts.
But our next stay is already very close.