countryside, we had only one place in mind, Castello Di Vicarello. On the way up, we were greeted by a herd of
Italian sheep (I had been praying to see some all day) and a sweet Italian lady. We immediately jumped out of our
car and ran up to the fence line where she greeted us with a wave and huge smile. While we couldn’t translate her
thick Italian accent, her love and generosity was so evident as she graciously allowed us to trot through the pasture
insisting we take more photos of the herd. It was more perfect than we could have dreamed.
Upon arriving at the villa, our eyes were greeted by a romantic stone castle surrounded by grape vines and olive
groves that, today, is both a family home and a small boutique hotel. As we ventured on, our hearts got lost
exploring the luscious gardens filled with ivy-covered walls, arches and pathways. I can still smell those vibrant
rose blooms that smelled of sweet yellow sunshine as we entered through the gate. This place was magical. Every
turn we took, another beautiful nook was discovered. Take me back!
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