توضیحات
There is a place, in the hills of Modica, where time has stopped. Not in the sense that nothing happens, on the contrary. But there, the days pass slowly, to the rhythm of light, wind and silences full of life.
The villa cannot be seen immediately. You have to travel along a small road that climbs between dry stone walls and rows of olive trees. Then, suddenly, it opens before your eyes like a postcard, framed by fruit trees, centuries-old carob trees and the sweet scent of the sun-kissed earth.
It is a welcoming home. It comes to meet you with the warmth of ancient stone, restored with respect, and that sense of peace that only certain places can give. She's not ostentatious, she's not pretentious: she's authentic. True as a happy memory.
Inside, the fireplace waits for someone to light the fire. In the large built-in kitchen you can still hear the echo of voices, of kneading hands, of the slow-cooking wood-fired oven. Everything smells of family, of slow Sundays, of generously poured wine.
In the outdoor kitchen created from an attached building, the air tastes like embers and wood. There we laugh, we listen to stories, we toast to summer and life that flows. And when evening falls, with cicadas playing in the background, just look up to understand that you are in the right place.
Under the covered veranda, where time really seems to expand, you have lunch in the shade during the hottest hours, you read a book suspended between light and silence, you chat until late with the breeze caressing your skin. It is one of those places where even waiting tastes sweet.
Two large rooms with bathroom with independent entrance seem designed for those who arrive and no longer want to leave. Or for those who, every now and then, need their own corner.
And then there is the garden. It's not just any garden: it's a small oasis. Every tree, every plant tells something. And if you stop in silence, you can hear the sound of water flowing, down there, from the old well brought back to life, quenching the earth's thirst and guarding the memory of the past time.
This villa cannot be visited. You live. And when you leave – if you leave – you realize that something is left with you. A smell, an image, a sensation. Like a promise of return.
The villa cannot be seen immediately. You have to travel along a small road that climbs between dry stone walls and rows of olive trees. Then, suddenly, it opens before your eyes like a postcard, framed by fruit trees, centuries-old carob trees and the sweet scent of the sun-kissed earth.
It is a welcoming home. It comes to meet you with the warmth of ancient stone, restored with respect, and that sense of peace that only certain places can give. She's not ostentatious, she's not pretentious: she's authentic. True as a happy memory.
Inside, the fireplace waits for someone to light the fire. In the large built-in kitchen you can still hear the echo of voices, of kneading hands, of the slow-cooking wood-fired oven. Everything smells of family, of slow Sundays, of generously poured wine.
In the outdoor kitchen created from an attached building, the air tastes like embers and wood. There we laugh, we listen to stories, we toast to summer and life that flows. And when evening falls, with cicadas playing in the background, just look up to understand that you are in the right place.
Under the covered veranda, where time really seems to expand, you have lunch in the shade during the hottest hours, you read a book suspended between light and silence, you chat until late with the breeze caressing your skin. It is one of those places where even waiting tastes sweet.
Two large rooms with bathroom with independent entrance seem designed for those who arrive and no longer want to leave. Or for those who, every now and then, need their own corner.
And then there is the garden. It's not just any garden: it's a small oasis. Every tree, every plant tells something. And if you stop in silence, you can hear the sound of water flowing, down there, from the old well brought back to life, quenching the earth's thirst and guarding the memory of the past time.
This villa cannot be visited. You live. And when you leave – if you leave – you realize that something is left with you. A smell, an image, a sensation. Like a promise of return.
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حقایق مربوط به ملک
- مرجع ملکV003227
- نوع ملکخانه
- وضعیت ملکsale
- قیمتد.إ 1,966,405
- اتاق خواب ها4
- حمام‌ها3
- ساخته شدهN/A
- مکانمودیکا, راگوسا, ایتالیا
- متن قیمت460,000 EUR
- قیمت عددی1,966,405 AED
- موجود از16 اکتبر 2025
استعلام
موقعیت مکانی و امکانات رفاهی نزدیک
خانه‌های مشابه
موجودی مرتبط از همان منطقه یا منبع
عامل و منبع
منبع تأیید شده
با پشتیبانی فید زنده HME
فعالیت ذخیره شده
موارد دلخواه و سوالات به این لیست مرتبط می‌مانند
زمینه محلی
نقشه و امکانات رفاهی نزدیک به ملک در نمای ملک باقی می‌مانند
آژانس
Horus RE Agency
شهر
مودیکا
منطقه
راگوسا
کشور
ایتالیا
منبع
HME/خبرنامه املاک