“This is a somewhat magical house. A house rich in history and stories that remained closed and cold for most of the year until a few years ago. The windows overlooking the garden and the mountains opened only in the summer months, the months of “villeggiatura,” as vacations were once called.
The villa opened to the July sun and breathed in the summer heat, the September storms, the lights of autumn, and closed again with the scents of the stoves lit in the first chills of October. Then it remained alone all the cold winter, waiting immobile… for the awakening, at the sound of cars on the gravel of the parking lot and the arrival of a new season.
Here is where Dino Buzzati was born, my grandmother's brother, a writer, journalist, and painter, who lived in Milan, like all of us, but who regularly spent the month of September in this house, writing, strolling, and climbing the nearby mountains, along with my mom and his friends.
Perhaps just to not leave this great house too lonely, I decided to come and live here and to open its windows to the garden and the mountains in all the seasons of the year. Moreover, I thought I could offer hospitality by opening a small Bed & Breakfast for everyone who can grasp the magic and history of this place, savoring the atmosphere that has always fascinated me since I was a child, between passion, respect, and fear for something that lies between heart and soul, for something that even now, I struggle to understand and for this it captivates me.”
Source: Valentina Morassutti
