From Rolling Hills to Riverbanks — and Back Home Again
After settling into life in Petacciato, we hit the road once more — this time heading north toward Borgo Val di Taro. But first, a peaceful night at a municipal campsite near Lago di Montepulciano. Waking up to the golden light across the Tuscan hills felt like a dream. The landscapes here are something else — soft, timeless, and endlessly calming.
This leg of the journey was also our first real road trip with Ciro, the newest (and furriest) member of our little family. He’s only five months old, but he’s already proving to be an incredible travel buddy — relaxed, curious, and just happy to be with us. That said, once we park and set up somewhere, it’s like a switch flips. He needs attention, play, reassurance — basically like raising a toddler. We kind of expected it, but living it is a whole new experience. Still, we love him to pieces, and he’s doing so well.
Eventually, we made it to Borgo Val di Taro, tucked into the heart of the Ghirardi WWF National Park. No traffic, no buzz — just trees, birdsong, and the kind of quiet that lets your thoughts stretch out. We stayed in a beautiful little Airbnb and met up with our dear friend Moritz who drove in from Switzerland. Together, we spent four grounding days exploring the old town, fishing the crystal-clear (and freezing!) River Taro, and cooking slow, intentional meals — including homemade pizza in a wood-fired oven out front. Some of the best conversations of our journey so far happened there, talking about life, love, and where we’re all headed next.
From there, we crossed Italy once again, chasing the idea of a quiet few days fishing for carp on the River Po. But the river had other plans — fast currents, dropping water levels, and clouds of poplar pollen made fishing nearly impossible. The weather kept us on our toes, swinging from hot and humid to wet and windy in the blink of an eye.
Somewhere around day three, between tangled lines and muddy shoes, we both realized how much we missed Petacciato — and the wonderful people we’d met there. During that week away, Alessandro, Alessandra, and Angelo called us four times just to check in. That’s the kind of community you don’t walk away from.
So, we returned. And the welcome was overwhelming in the best way. Everyone was so happy to see us again — and honestly, it felt like coming home again. There’s work to do here — at “Rifugio delle Meraviglie” and on Connie and Angelo’s land — but it’s exactly the kind of work that fills your hands, your heart, and your days with purpose.
There are a few exciting projects on the horizon — we won’t spoil them here just yet. But stay tuned for updates, both on the blog and over on Instagram. We’re planting seeds — literally and figuratively — and we can’t wait to see what grows.
