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Tranquillity in Tuscany

In search of the true Tuscany on a villa adventure

I was well into my second or third glass of delicious Chianti when the full realization of what lay before me struck.

There I was with my family, secure in "my" 40-hectare hilltop estate, with a sweeping view of the city that was the birthplace of architecture and art that has influenced the world for centuries.

This is Florence, one of the most famous and exotic cities on Earth. You remember – it produced that little artistic movement known as the Renaissance? Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, and Galileo, were just a few of the legions inspired by the land that lay before me.

Far away from the tourist hordes, surrounded by silvery olive groves and towering Cyprus trees, I was living the estate life of a nobleman. And I was loving it. History permeates the very air here. No less a personage than Napoleon Bonaparte once stayed and marched across my new 14th-Century digs.

I had travelled to Tuscany before, in the year 2000, and found booking hotel accommodations time consuming, expensive and almost always disappointing. I was tired of the big cities. I wanted the real Tuscany.

And this time I would be with my wife and two children. Secluded, quiet, ease: that’s what was on my mind. The Tuscany of peace and dreams. Was it really there?

Months of research led me to a company called that allows travellers as close as possible to the true Tuscany. More than 200 properties are available, from the secluded grandeur of 14th-century castles and stately villas, to farmhouses and small apartments. Every accommodation is different and intermingling with locals is just about guaranteed. Even on-site gourmet-cooking classes and weddings can be arranged.

If rented with a small group of say, eight people, a villa can be quite affordable, often costing each person as little as $80 (Cdn) a day.

Our adventure started at Casa Rossa, a 600 year-old delicately restored villa overlooking the Arno Valley. We took the 15-minute train-ride into congested Florence. But to be honest about it, relaxing by the pool, barbecuing and sampling the estate’s wines and olive oils was probably most enjoyable.

At day’s end, standing on my patio, I could hear the chimes of church-bells wafting through the warm rosemary scented air. Solitude.

Seduced by the south

I hate driving anyway, and if one more moped passed me on the sidewalk I was going to freak. I was not yet sold on my Tuscan dream. So far, it was just too busy. But heading south through Chianti country and past Sienna, my idyllic Tuscany started to emerge. Suddenly, joyously, we were alone, surrounded by low, cream-coloured hills, dotted with the craggy remnants of stone farmhouses and emerald cypress trees. The warm October air was redolent with the earthy fragrance of freshly tilled soil.

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