Beatilla farm resort – A break from the city

Getting the city girl out of the city is not  easy but it is always great to have a bit of change. So there I left the city to the country. It could not be any better to be out in the countryside in a small town of Italy because somehow I knew that the farm life wouldn’t be boring in this colourful country. Certainly, I was right.

After arriving very late in the town called Mantova, I was fancy for a gelato even though the breeze was pretty damn cold but I always say – “It’s always the best time to eat ice-cream”. In that chilled night, I did not bother to think about anything else because that stay in Italy was going to be exciting. I got driven to Beatilla farm resort where I would be staying for the weekend. And there where I got to meet Bianca, a white cute little donkey who has her own hut from the whole farm resort.


Waking up in the warm sun and breathing the fresh air with a smell significantly from the farm, I realised that I was out of the city. It it not that the city cannot get quiet but the still from a farm house is different. The horse, Malebu, neighed first thing in the morning and made that an alarm for people to feed him, I supposed. People talking in the background in Italian got me feel that I was on a holiday. I walked up to the reception to get some breakfast and apparently, all the goodness from that breakfast were homemade – from the delish chocolate cake to grain bread, fig marmalade, yoghurt. The music from Damien Rice was playing, leading me to the home feeling in the weird way and getting me more comfortable with the quietness. Luca was the host who invited me to come over to get inspired and I was not yet inspired by the place but by him. He is an artist and creates his art in his own way with different dimensions. He created all pieces of furniture in the resort and you can see his art works in every room. Beatilla is a great place to be because you do not only experience the farm life which is not perfect as it is said by Luca, but you are going to live closer to the Italian culture in the artistic way. Thank Luca because he has created a cosy farm resort with tasteful self-made interior by reusing dumbed products.

Life isn’t perfect. Staying in hotels might give you all the comfort you need when you travel but not shows you the reality – said Luca.

The farm life is truly calming and has its own beauty. I was lucky to see it for a short period. I was surrounded by an Italian family, which made me learn a bit more about Italian culture and how they celebrate their lives everyday. Life seems to be more true and real out there… In the end, being out of the city might make me miss the hassle of the city life for a bit but we all deserve sometime to rest our mind and soul to stay true to ourselves. And that’s what Beatilla farm resort gave me – an eye open to see the real life, and a different lifestyle.


Beatilla Farm Resort

Address: Via Mantova 21, Corte Barco, 46045 Marmirolo MN, Italy

Italy: Verona

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Following my track from Bologna to Milan, catching up with some new friends then heading to Verona. A ride to the romantic Italian city sounded like a good deal and I had been looking forward to seeing that charming Verona, where the story of Juliette and Romeo began. Wandering around small alleys was the greatest thing to do because you wouldn’t see yourself anywhere else like here in Verona. Life went slower or was it because of the Italian summer. I wanted to see and touch to every single details of the city because it somehow gave me such a different feeling from other cities in Italy.

It seemed like the Italian sun was not hot enough, the warm colour of all buildings reflected on me and I just felt like I was in the Pizza oven. But then, it was a good summer, I had nothing to complain about it.

Do you get why when you travel to destinations that you do not plan to go, you see everything but know nothing what you are seeing? I felt quite ashamed of it because I call myself a travel blogger. I was supposed to know things to write for people. However, I realised that it did not matter to me at all. I write about a city by its feelings, its mood, and how it is seen through my eyes. Now the web has covered you all the details that you look for. And there I was, feeling absolutely loved by this romantic city. No man, but it should never be the reason to not feel the love and the romance.













Italy: Genoa – The Wonder Needed To Be Found

How obvious is it when we talk about Italy, Milan, Rome, Venice, Napoli come up first thing in the conversation. It is certain that those cities are highlights of the country by their history and wonderful landscape (and I do not even need to say out loud FOOOD). You know? It might be too crazy to hear but I do not have any desire to see those places, just yet, because I know what they look like since we have way too many tourism promotions for those cities. On the other hand, I enjoy wandering myself in smaller cities that are not known well from tourists. Genoa, or Genova, was definitely the destination I had been looking for for my one month stay in Italy.

If Italy has been known by its stunningly dreamy cities, Genoa should definitely in the list. At the first look, Genoa seems to be a bit dirty but I saw it as the touch of history. The whole city is covered by historic buildings with such amazing architecture designs. Stepping my feet out of the up-hill apartment, I could feel my chicken skin revealing because the vibe soaked me in immediately . If you are a fan of architecture and design like me, you would definitely feel the way I felt.


No transportation needed when you are in town. It is best to wander around the city and get lost which I found most of the time. I got into alleys to alleys and somehow I was nowhere to be found but I did not mind it. Wherever I was in Genova, there was something new to see. I was very much fascinated by the old architecture that I just felt myself going back to time and seeing the old Italy. From Via Garabaldi to Piazza Rafaellae de Ferrari, I was put in different eras, same place, but more modern.



One point, I found my way to the old harbour where all magical things was about to happen. It was a windy day and somehow quite cloudy. However, a breeze came at the best time because of the heat spreading all over the town. Strolling around the port, passing the aquarium, my feet met the deck in the far end of the port. Why did I say magical? I slowly closed my eyes, took a deep breath and lost myself in the empty mind. That moment I could sense the stagger of the deck because of being hit by small waves; the wind blew and brought the sea breeze zigzaging through my hair; seagulls nearby were squarking, chirping and wailing….

Try that, then you will feel the magic.







Road trip ’13: P1: Pizza & Spaghetti heaven – Italy

Lago d’ Orta San Giulio

We planned our holiday to go to Northern Italian lakes. With the car, we took a short ride by a ferry through the tunnel and we climbed mountains one after each other. We finally arrived to Lago Orta San Giulio after 5 hours driving – a quiet lake near by Lago Maggiore. Orta San Giulio is a little cute town. I loved every corner, every small balcony with many pots of flower decorated…

Orta square

Main square of Orta San Giulio

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