My Italian journey unfolded in a way I could never have imagined. One unexpected turn led me to a tiny village perched high atop a Tuscan mountain—an unplanned destination that felt instantly destined.

As I wound my way up the Vico road, each bend revealed scenery more breathtaking than the last. By the time I reached the summit and saw the village unfold before me… well, the rest is history.

Villa Agnese became a love affair of its own. Though I never had the privilege of meeting its namesake, her spirit lingers in every corner—warm, welcoming, timeless. Within these walls, countless gatherings have taken place, filled with dear friends, laughter, long conversations, and that unmistakable Italian magic. Her doors, like her heart, have always remained open.

The village welcomed me and all who arrive with the kind of genuine warmth that stays with you. Here, friendships don’t just form; they endure. There is something about this place, this mountain, this community, that weaves people together in the most unexpected and beautiful ways.

I feel truly blessed to have stumbled upon this rare, authentic slice of Italy. And now, with great joy, I’d love to share it with you…