Peace and Quiet at My Tuscan B&B

While filming in Tuscany, our TV crew enjoyed the company of a great guide, Roberto Bechi. And we also enjoyed staying at Roberto’s farmhouse B&B, Podere Casalciccia, perched on a bluff in the middle of pristine Tuscany (20 minutes south of Siena).

Roberto’s place has basically the same old fireplace that I have at my cabin back in the Cascades. This brought me unexpected joy as I spent each evening fireside, catching up on my writing late into the night. Something I never dreamed I’d take home from Tuscany: an appreciation for how beautifully oak burns. And each morning as the fire crackled, I’d watch the lifting fog slowly reveal the surrounding valleys.

Do you have a favorite B&B memory?

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4 Replies to “Peace and Quiet at My Tuscan B&B”

  1. Taking the opportunity to stay in a B&B is high on my to-do list-I have never had the pleasure, but always wanted to! I so enjoy your equal appreciation for monumental experiences, as well as the pleasantly simple ones.

  2. We are never big B&B people, but the best are in Europe, some how a little different than the US and the best we stayed in was in York, England last May. We woke up to freshly backed bread every morning and the owners were the nicest most talkative couple. They even had a hot water bottles in each room, and to my surprise we really used it because my back was bothering me.

  3. As 20-somethings (quite a while back) we landed in a town in Bavaria, parked our car, and wandered around the pretty little town looking for “Zimmer Frei” signs. There weren’t many, as the town was a popular vacation spot that catered to Germans, not Americans. Our landlady was quite friendly. We were given a beautiful, sunny room that was quite comfortable. The hallways were decorated with funny skis, such as humpy ones for moguls. The next morning, we wandered into the kitchen for breakfast. She asked where we were from, and when we said California, she screamed, laughed and nearly dropped the plates. I guess she didn’t get many visitors from California! I loved this place, our landlady, the conversation with others in the small breakfast room–and the fact that her big wooly dog wound his way around our legs while we ate. As we drove away later that morning, she stood on the front porch and waved goodbye. I love hotels, but there’s a place in my heart for the connections we’ve made in bed and breakfasts.

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