VOYAGES EN ITALIE - LA SELECTION MARCELLOOO

Nous sommes à Vittoria, au sud-est de la Sicile, dans la province des villes baroques de Ragusa, Scicli et Modica. Le Baglio Occhipinti est une oasis de sérénité, au cœur d’une campagne parfumée, respectée et sublimée. Fausta Occhipinti, la propriétaire, fait partie de la famille d’Arianna et Giusto, dont les vignobles sont reconnus pour leurs productions naturelles et bios. Ils ont uni leurs passions pour transformer cet ancien « baglio » (corps de ferme) en un hôtel de char

South East of Sicily, in the province of the baroque cities of Ragusa, Scicli and Modica, the small town of Vittoria. Here is the Baglio Occhipinti, an oasis of serenity in the heart of a fragrant, respected, and sublimated countryside. The owner, Fausta Occhipinti, is a member of the family of Arianna and Giusto whose vineyards are known for their natural and organic productions. They have joined their passions to transform this ancient "baglio" (farmhouse) into a charming h

When I was a child, I used to get anxious about coming back from Italy after the holidays. I didn’t know when I was going to return and the young me was heartbroken. When I walk on this land I feel like I am home without being home. A strange contradictory feeling. This question keeps coming back : why am I so attached to my roots ? I was born in France. My Parents are Italians and I love sharing about it (As you can notice here). This time, I want to talk to you about my Sic

Da piccolo, non sapendo quando potevo ritornare, ero in apprensione al ritorno dalle vacanze in Italia. Lo vivevo come un incubo. Quando sfioro con i piedi questa terra, provo uno strano sentimento, una sensazione di essere a casa mia ma senza veramente esserlo. Contraddizione. E questa domanda; sempre, incessante, perché sono così legato alle mie origini? Sono nato in Francia da genitori italiani e mi piace parlarne (chi mi contraddirà, soprattutto qui?). Questa volta, mi pi

Petit, j’appréhendais le retour des vacances en Italie, vécu comme un véritable déchirement, ne sachant pas quand je pourrais y retourner. À présent, quand je pose le pied sur cette terre, j’éprouve cet étrange et profond sentiment de me sentir chez moi, mais sans vraiment l’être. Contradiction. Une question, sans cesse, pourquoi suis-je si attaché à mes origines? Je suis né en France de parents italiens. Et j’aime en parler (qui me contredira, surtout ici?). Cette fois-ci, j