
Umbria
The Place I Leave, but That Never Leaves Me
In Colfiorito, Cucina Umbra was never just a restaurant. It felt like a small home for the village, with Titi and Lila as its warm heart and living memory.
Stories
Notes from our trip leaders and hosts: what actually happens when a small group travels slowly.

Umbria
In Colfiorito, Cucina Umbra was never just a restaurant. It felt like a small home for the village, with Titi and Lila as its warm heart and living memory.

Spello
In Spello, flowers are more than decoration. They are local pride, a friendly competition, and a tradition that turns stone lanes into an open-air gallery.

Italy
In Spello, we met artist Elvio Marchionni in his studio and home—an intimate encounter with an artist who transforms the traces of time and old plaster into living works of art.

Umbria
Lunch was ready in an Umbrian garden under spring sunshine. One course later, the clouds arrived and the rescue operation began.

Umbria
We stopped for a photograph with a quiet Umbrian horse. It ignored the camera and focused entirely on the map in our hands.

Umbria
We entered an Umbrian wood with Uncle Pio and his trained dog. A quiet truffle hunt became a morning of laughter, patience and buried treasure.