Scicli, dream villa, or I dream of the villa

A light snow goes down while I go down to the street where a taxi awaits me. It is my first day of vacation, I have left the office for a few hours, just enough time to spend home to take the suitcase, Oreste, my coal -colored Cocker and reach the airport.

It will be strange for the first time not to celebrate Christmas in Turin with friends and relatives, but when I saw the images of this property I understood that I finally found what I was looking for.

Landed in Sicily I am welcomed by the scent of the sun and the sea, but what I am looking for between the crowd is the unmistakable note of Bosco di Bleu de Chanel, the good smell of my husband.

We booked for these holidays in a splendid hotel in Syracuse, where our children will spend the days between Christmas and New Year with us. I transmitted my impatience to see the property also in Tilly who in the journey between the hotel and the house looks like a flipper ball.

We are about to see an independent villa that had its births like us in the 70s. What struck me are the spaces, it is around 140 square meters on two levels on a lot of about 1000 m, perfect dimensions when we find ourselves all together and the fact give to be located on two levels allows us to use the ground floor with garden in which to make the pool create when we are alone.

As soon as I get off the car, I realize that my intuition had not made a mistake, the house has excellent potential both internal and external, the renderings give some interesting ideas, but the houses must be sewn on the owners as tailoring clothes.

We are wandering between the two floors, we observe, with the imagination we are already breaking down walls and opening windows to allow the beauty that surrounds us to enter the house, we create, furnish … we plant, we sow, buy ….

He plays the alarm clock, outside snow, I am in Turin, I have to leave for Sicily to show a couple of customers a splendid two -storey villa to be placed.

I caress Oreste, kiss my husband and I promise that I will come back to them before Christmas, it always happens so, when I find a splendid house, the dream as if it were already mine.