Thursday, 22 May 2014

A Glimpse of Medieval Italy

Offering you a glimpse of

Medieval Italy...



        Undiscovered gourmet delights of
the beautiful Marche countryside of Italy
Four day long weekend
from £999 per person fully inclusive

Discover undiscovered Marche and its abundance of fine food and wonderful gastronomic experiences, with rolling hills, hilltop villages, vineyards and some of the best designer outlets for some amazing bargains.


Everything is included in this special package and is a real opportunity to satisfy the biggest appetite for glorious wine and unbelievable food.

  • Return flights to Rome and airport transfers

  • Four nights in a luxurious suite with marble bathrooms, recently discovered frescoes, sumptuous Egyptian cotton linen, fabulous mattresses and dreamy pillows

  • Canapés, welcome drinks and a six course dinner on the sunset deck enjoying the spectacular views

  • Wine tasting tour to local vineyards and cheese farm to see pecorino cheese  being made followed by a fabulous cheese luncheon

  • Visit the Basilica and a six course dinner at a local artisan restaurant enjoying local organic products

  • A morning at the Cancello Est Cookery school with Chef Valentina preparing a six course for your dinner

  • Morning at the local thermal spa with treatments

  • All local wines, Prosecco, beer and ice Cream

  • Hi Speed wi-fi (not a luxury but a necessity!

Excluded: any gratuities and single supplements

        Undiscovered gourmet delights


Cancello Est - 100% rating on Tripadvisor



Situated in the medieval walled town of Gualdo, Marche - Cancello Est is a luxury boutique palazzo. The property was built in 1625 and originally formed a part of the eastern gate of the old town wall.


The south facing property is bathed in sunshine and all rooms have breathtaking views all the way to the Grand Sasso. Minutes away are the towns of San Ginesio and Sarnano. 

It was in central Italy that the Renaissance first took root. This great cultural explosion was not merely a school of painting, a style of sculpture or an architectural fashion, but an entirely new way of seeing the world. 

Experience the 'undiscovered Italy', staying at Cancello Est, a beautifully restored boutique hotel overlooking the Sibillini National Park.


A warm welcome awaits you!

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Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Swimming in the Sunshine

Morning Swim? The pool is open for the summer season.

Early morning dip or a romantic midnight swim - the marble pool at Cancello Est is a beautiful experience any time of day.

We will be adding solar heating soon soon so the pool will be heated all year around.

See what people say about us on FaceBook and Trip Advisor and plan your trip - memories waiting to be created in le Marche!

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Introduction to the Undiscovered Region of Marche Italy

Sant'Angelo in Pontano - Discover Undiscovered Italy

Penna San Giovanni One of Our Special Neighbouring Villages

Monte San Martino Another Hidden Gem of the Marche Countryside

The Medieval Gem which is Sarnano

Monday, 3 March 2014

...traipsing and tasting your way through Italy...

Another great story by Maryke Roberts on her recent gastronomic tour of Italy. 

Scroll down for the English Translation and enjoy! 

...traipsing and tasting your way through Italy...

When South African travel writer Maryke Roberts got the chance to visit Italy, it was not 
the charms of Rome, Venice or Milan that drew her, but the tantalising foods of Parma, 
Bologna and Norcia.

Indeed, by the time you have walked Mother Earth for forty odd years, you know what best tickles 
your taste buds. I include parmesan cheese (its pungency maybe just a tad too much for sensitive 
palates), truffle oil (reminiscent of forest nights, fungi and fertility) and Parma ham with pickled 
artichokes. It makes perfect sense then, having landed at the airport outside Rome that we would 
head straight to Bologna. 

Spaghetti- cause of comfort or contention?

Spaghetti, in my esteem, is comfort food. My mission; to find the best there is in Bologna. Alas, 
the lady at the tourism bureau in the centre of the city does not share our enthusiasm. Whilst her 
friends are lazing away on inviting bright beaches, she has to deal with the ill informed naivety of a 
foreigner’s search for the best Bolognaise sauce in the world. “There is no such thing as ‘spaghetti 
bolognaise’, she broadcasts for our attention, and everyone else within hearing distance. “It’s a myth 
we wish to vanquish, once and for all. Try our linguine or tagliatelli with a ragù sauce...” she advises 
most patiently. 

Rapped over the knuckles, my high falutin bolognaisan notions proving to be a mere rumour, we 
content ourselves with a buffet at Caffe Maxim on the Piazza della Mercanzia, just around the 
corner. The purchase of two drinks at the bar allows one to snack away all night long on the spread 
of delicacies: thinly sliced prosciutto wrapped around plump cantaloupe, chilled melon chunks sweet 
as honey with homemade coppa, rosa tomatoes wrapped in fragrant basil leaves, thick slices of 
mozzarella cheese mellowing the fruity melange- the list goes on.

Well fed now, with at least some of my romantic notions of Italian cuisine restored, we choose as 
our next taste bud sensation an excursion to the Gelato Museum in Carpigiani on the outskirts of the 
city. Sadly, it turns out they are closed for the holidays. Undeterred, we press our noses against the 
windows and take in with childish delight the ice-cream colours in the churns, the antique ice-cream 
tins and the splendid designs of the ice-cream scoops dating back to the fifties and sixties. 

A little sign indicates 1970, my bonny year of birth, as the year in which whipped cream served on 
top of ice-cream became popular, along with the machine that could beat it up twice as nice (and as 

No mean truffle... 

We drive through little villages advertising culinary festivals of all sorts and it seems there’s no end 
to the ingenuity with pasta: gnocchi, pumpkin, sweet potato, not forgetting spaghetti, tagliatelli 

A whole evening is whiled away in Loro Piceno at the Vino Cotto wine festival, where we develop a 
taste for cooked wines and an affinity for the locals who prepare and pour this potent pick-me-up. 
They let us in on the bit of colloquial culinary knowledge that no visit is complete without spending 
some time (and money) at Norcia, the place where truffles come from. We feel compelled to visit 
each little butchery and to discover the carnal treats on offer. We savour salami with truffle oil, 
chewy ciabatta dunked in olive oil, blue cheese and olives vying variedly for the attention of our 
oil factory and taste sensations. I buy a small jar of wild boar sauce and tiny bottle of truffle oil and 
hope to get them back home intact.

A beseeching e-mail from South Africa hints at not missing out on visiting Venice or Milan. The 
most delectable Maschere biscuits can be bought here and preferably enough tins of them to share 
back home. Parmesan cheese takes precedence over these sweet treats and we follow the road to 
the Musei del Parmigiano Reggiano which is one of four of the Musei del Cibo group; its aim to pay 
tribute to the pioneers whose culinary proficiency popularised visits by passionate food lovers to the 
different regions. The other three museums celebrate tomatoes, Parma ham and salami. 

Culinary highlights

We spend many a day visiting little street cafes in the area where we eat bowls of tagliatelli ragù, 
which believe it or not (but don’t tell the Italians) tastes just like our adopted bolognaise sauce back 
home in South Africa! We devour chunks of grated parmesan cheese on our pasta and sometimes 
pop in at street markets to buy scrumptious ingredients for our evening meals.

Good news travels fast and when we hear of a wonderful guest house with a South African as part 
owner in Gualdo di Macerata in Le Marche, Cancello Est in Via Borga, we make our way there. At
their invitation we take over their kitchen from time to time trying our hand at preparing the robust fare of the region. Sharing our gastronomic delights brought no complaints! 

Sure, we did do a little non-food related sightseeing as well. We saw the Black Madonna at the 
Loreto Cathedral and took a spin to the Ferrari museum in Modena. But mostly, we just ate and 
had our heavenly fill of exquisite foods, way more colourful and sensual than we anticipated! We’ll 
be back soon to follow the trail of food through all the other villages inviting our naive but ardent 
search for sublime Italian gastronomy. Viva Italia!

Quick facts for the Foodies

  • Tours to the local Parmesan Farms in and around Parma, Modena and Reggio Emilia can be done in your own time. The full name if this cheese is Parmagiano Reggiano. Some 270 000 cows are milked twice a day to make proper Parmesan cheese. A complete list of farms with directions is available at

  • Present your airline ticket at any of the Musei del Cibo to get a discount. More info is available at
  • Pre-book to visit the Gelato Museum in Carpigiano, via Emilia in Bologna to avoid disappointment. Bookings at

  • In Bologna one can do a one day food and wine tour. The short amble through the city includes a visit to the food markets and a free copy of a book with traditional recipes. To confirm tour dates go to or ask for more information at the tourism bureau.

Friday, 28 February 2014

Discover Undiscovered Opera under the Stars

Cancello Est has put together a special long weekend for the 50th Anniversary of the Macerata Opera Festival which is featuring Women in Opera.

We have planned a fully inclusive weekend of degustation, wine, unforgettable scenery all against the backdrop of Opera Under the Stars on a warm, balmy summers night.

50th Macerata Opera Festival: L'opera è femminile
In 2014 Macerata celebrates the 50th anniversary of its opera season at the Sferisterio with three great heroines of classical melodramas. In new productions of Aida, which inaugurated the very first season in 1921, Tosca and a reprise of the well-known Traviata of the mirrors by Brockhaus and Svoboda. 

In celebrating women all three operas will also have a lady conductor. 

Spend a glorious long weekend in the magnificent undiscovered Le Marche region of Italy, enjoying food, wine and magnificent scenery against the backdrop of three stunning operas, staying at the newly renovated 16th Century Boutique Hotel Cancello Est.

Click here for details of the Opera Festival 

Click here for the Cancello Est Special 

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Costs : from €700 fully inclusive but excluding airfares

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

A different kind of Italy. Gualdo Macerata

 Great news feature on Gualdo and Cancello Est in this months edition of South African publication, Vrouekeur (Woman's Choice). Maryke Roberts really captures the essence of Gualdo and its very special people.  (Scroll down for English translation) Traduzione italiana ora aggiunta sotto.

A different kind of Italy.

Most people who visit Italy, tend to travel to the places where everyone else flocks and end up in villages along with too many other tourists. Maryke Roberts explored eastern Italy and found herself gently trapped in Gualdo di Macerata in Le Marche.

Landing in Rome at last, a friend collects us from the airport. We are bone-weary after a day and night of flying and waiting in airports - our brains are a tad foggy. 

As we drive along fields of sunflowers, eyes at times sorely pressed by their bright yellow faces, I am 
reminded of the jigsaw puzzle I received as a gift one birthday. Greens almost too green, blue skies 
appealing loudly to one’s senses and golden yellow sunflowers swaying in the breeze. A little further 
on, the onslaught of the heat wave that raked Italy over the last few days left some fields scorched, 
with black flowers and hanging heads. “Is there anything more woebegone than a scorched 
sunflower?” I wonder out loud. Their gigantic heads, the size of large dinner plates, no longer give 
their faces to the sun, heads heavy with seed and oil, and have keeled over. 

Farmers on tractors plough through the bleak fields leaving russet sods patterned in thick rows. The 
rich soil and the rhythmic drone of the engines remind of days gone by when folk still turned, hoed 
and toiled, and had to turn in early in the evening for sleep , solace and rest if they wished to reach 
the yield their souls and bodies yearned for.

With the friendly smiles that greet us on our arrival at the guest house, tiredness is soon forgotten. 
Cancello Est in Via Borga is built into the city wall of the historical Gualdo and one can almost see 
Rapunzel high up on the stone walls. Our shower and bathroom has a fairytale view over the valleys 
and ridges of the Sibillini Peaks in the near distance. Our room (The Smerillo Suite) fronts the street where only a narrow cobbled alley separates us from a tiny restaurant nestled a little higher up. Two small tables angle together comfortably on the sidewalk and allow for festive confidentialities to carry on into the slanted hours of the night. 

In the morning we take a few leisurely steps to the family restaurant, Carletti’s where we sit and sip 
our cappuccinos at the counter, personally served by Maria Carletti. The restaurant has the family 
name since it opened its doors in 1959, but is endearingly known by locals as Maria’s after the 
inimitable owner who brews your coffee herself. The porch overlooking the piazza is where you will 
meet the old gents a-drinking, a-smoking and sharing sophistries in the morning and playing cards 
into the soporific hours.

Il Forna gives us our daily bread, and should we venture out for the day to a neighbouring village 
some freshly baked seductions too, such as a loaf of foccacia or slices of pizza to gobble up as we go. 
One evening, after much exploring in beautiful places such as Belforto del Chienti, Fermo and San 
Benedetto del Tronto a saintly rains softly starts falling and we find our hungry, tired selves at the 
other restaurant in the village. As I open the door of Da Cicco, owned for yonks by Patrizio and 
Teresa Isidori, we are enfolded into the warmth of their hearth. Gigantic framed jigsaw puzzles deck 
the walls, huge laughter and tall tales are shared by an array of tourists at the tables. Being foreign 
to the country and its fares, our waitress, Michaela Roibu, the soul of the space, repeatedly has to 
explain the meaning of each course on the menu. 

I overhear, from a table of fourteen English tourists next to us, a husband confiding in his wife: “I 
don’t quite understand, but I really do not want pasta with each and every course, but she keeps 
saying pasti this and pasti that..” His wife answers him equally sotto voce: “Let’s just hush and follow 
the others, I am sure we will find our way through just fine.” I order us their Roman version of a mixed grill, the plate laden with chicken, pork and lamb. At first glance all the cuts look alike but with our very first bite wafts of rosemary, pinches of Maldon salt and pepper, tango with the tangy grilled flavour on our taste buds, and we tuck away like hungry pilgrims. 

From our bedroom window, we can gaze at life being lived or laze in the big marble bath and look 
out into the distance; tiny blocks of coloured earth quilted together in smaller and smaller pieces 
until they merge with the mountains in the distance.  We see sheep trail down the verdant hills in neat little rows and I am told they are not farmed for their meat - rather for their milk that makes the wonderful flavour-rich pecorino cheese. In the quiet early morning, the bells around their necks gently jingle and wake the valley, and sometimes when the wind is courteous, it may carry the clear sound of a shepherd singing to his herd as they graze. 

One evening, the managers of our guest house, Marc Spendlove and Ivan Kruger invite us to share 
supper with them. Over a glass of perfectly chilled white Verdicchio and encouraged by tables 
heavily laden with a hearty fare of cold meats and cheeses we get to know our hosts. Laughing 
at our inability to pronounce the names of marinated artichokes, olives, tomatoes and capers we 
learn how they came to co-own this luxurious guest house. Although they can laugh now, fourteen 
months ago the house was a ruin and they were challenged by frustrating building processes, 
bureaucratic stumbling blocks all in a language they did not understand. Ivan is a born and bred 
South African and Marc of bold British stock. 

They used to live further down in the valley, Ivan recounts, where the snow can pile up to a meter 
deep and on one occasion were unable to use their motorcar for six weeks. “I told Marc we should 
move into the village and initially considered something like an attic or roomy loft space.” One fine 
morning when shopping at the local hardware outlet, they spotted the Vendisi – (For Sale) sign in 
the window of the ramshackle house next door. Upon telling the agent, Monica Bruni, that they 
wished to downsize and that they wanted to view the inside of the house, she jokingly wondered if 
they were sure about that, as the house had ten bedrooms!

They went to have a look. Some rooms were in such a bad state of disrepair that it wasn’t safe to 
enter. They discussed the options with a partner, Mirella Corsetti, and decided to buy and restore 
the house, and to incorporate a guest house and a cooking school. “We are still laughing about 
the multiple misunderstandings we had when viewing several other places about the meaning of 
the ‘3 Pianos’ that were on sale with the roof units. It took us a good while to find out they were not 
pianos, but referred to the Italian word for ‘storeys’,” Marc shares. 

Architect Piero Perogio, who specialises in historic buildings, told them that the top floor was 
built in 1625 and that the other levels were even older! When they bought the house, the walls, 
floors and beams were a real mess of plastering, thick cement and layers of paint. The lower levels 
revealed deserted pig pens and chicken coops. As a result of the all added weight over the years the 
original wooden beams were either broken or so badly bent that they could no longer be used. Initial 
alterations revealed frescoes on the ceiling and the original quarry tiles on the floors - their age 
estimated at over five hundred years. These were lifted, restored and deftly laid again. 

Ivan relates how the outer wall, dating from the eighteenth century and built on the boundary 
wall of the village, was taken down stone by stone and rebuilt, complete with steel columns to 
allow for sufficient reinforcement in the possible event of an earthquake. “Three seismic engineers 
assisted the decision to anchor the wall with a swimming pool, which now basically keeps the whole 
guesthouse standing.”

One evening, we drive to Da Pippo e Gabriella Restaurant in Sant Angelo in Pontano, a stone’s throw 
away from Cancello Est. This restaurant has repeatedly made it into the Michelin Guide for their 
excellent cuisine. My choice is their spaghetti with Amatriciana sauce, swimming with meaty flavours of pork cheek and bacon together with some piquant pecorino cheese. I find space to treat my taste buds to a scrumptious serving of their homemade tiramisu. As we leave, Pippo bids us farewell with what I sense is the same warm gratitude I am sure he has been showing for the past forty years. 

During our stay in Gualdo, we follow the doings of a farmer in the field below our window as he 
slowly but surely negotiates the plough through the tawny coloured stubbles, leaving shaven strips 
of land for the eyes to stroke. At sunset around seven, the sun still softly kissing the last few hillocks, 
the drone of the tractor engine ceases and I imagine a short, plump wife waiting at home with 
freshly baked bread, chunks of pecorino and slices of carefully cured cold meats. 

Nurtured by the people and the place, I understand how Marc and Ivan found renewed contentment 
and purpose here, making time to cook jams, taking long walks in the valley with their dogs, Mayling 
and Darling, and gazing at the starry still life of the valley till the wee hours of the night. 

Gualdo at a Glance 

- Should you wish to, Gualdo is a comfortable distance from ski resorts (of which there are 
many in the area) such as Sassotetto. We used Cancello Est as our guest house base in 
summer and explored the whole region in short daily excursions. Bookings can be done 
online at or send an e-mail to

- Sylvia Gould is the friendly source of information in the tourist office (Pro-Loco Gualdo) and speaks pukka English! E-mail her at for more information regarding the village and region.

- When looking for villages in Italy, take care to add the region or province in which it is 
situated in your search, as many places across the land takes their name from the very same 
persons. Gualdo where we stayed is known as Gualdo MC, referring to the region Macerata. 

- Should you hire a vehicle and wish to use GPS, type in the postal code of the relevant village 
you wish to travel to. That will ensure accurate directions.

- It is best not to start your journey before doing some thorough research, and wise practise 
to keep a travel guide of good repute handy. Some useful words, phrases and correct 
pronunciation may prove its weight in perfectly cooked pasta at the very least. Every village 
has its own little tourist info bureau for specific local information, but being able to greet 
or thank someone when you have asked them for directions, even in broken Italian, may fix 
your early morning coffee order just a little more pronto together with a sunflower smile!

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Traduzione italiana - perdoni prego tutti gli errori grammatical!

Un diverso tipo di Italia.

La maggior parte delle persone che visitano L’italia, tendon a viaggiare nei

luoghi dove tutti gli altri sono e finiscono in villaggi lungo con troppi altri

turisti. Maryke Roberts ha explorato L’italia orientale e si trovo delicamente

intrappolato in Gualdo di Macerata nelle Marche.

Atteraggio a Roma, finalmente, un amico ci raccoglie dall’aeroporto. Noi siamo

osso stanchi dopo una giornata e volo notturno e in attesa negli aeroporti – I

nostril cervelli sono un po’di perplesso.

Mentre percorriamo campi di girasoli, ochi a volte duramente pressati dai loro

volti giallo brillante, mi sono ricordato del puzzle che ho ricevuto come regalo

di compleanno. Verdi troppo Verdi, cieli azurri attraenti ad alta voce ai propri

sensi e girasoli giallodorato che ondeggiano nella brezza. Poco piu Avanti,

L’assalto della ondata di calore che aveva rastrellato italia negli ultimi giorni ha

lasciato alcuni campi bruciati, con fiori neri e teste appese. “c’e qualcosa di piu

Trieste di girasole bruciata?” Mi chiedo ad alta voce. Le loro teste gigantesche,

le dimensioni di piatti della cena di grandi dimensioni, non danno I loro volti

verso il sole, teste pesanti con semi e olio, e che hanno piu vita.

Gli agricoltori dei trattoria solcano I campi brulli lasciando zolle ruggire fantasia

nelle righe spesse. Il ricco suolo e il drone ritmica dei motori ricordano I bei

tempi andati, quando gente ancora acceso, zappato e faticato, e ha dovuto

girare in presto la sera per dormire, conforto e ripose, se volevano raggiungere

il rendimento anime e dei corpi tanto agognati.

Con I sorrisi amichevoli che ci salutano al nostro arrive presso l’albergo, la

stanchezza e presto dimenticato. Cancella Est in Via Borga e construito nelle

mui della storica Gualdo e si pio quasi vedere Rapunzel in alto sulle pareti di

pietra. La nostra doccia e il bagno ha una vista incantevole sulle valli e creste

delle cima Sibillini in lontananza vicino.Le nostre stanza fronti la strada dove

solo un vicolo acciottolo stretto ci separa da un piccolo ristorante immerse un

po piu in alto. Angolo di due tavolini insieme comodamente sul marciapiede e

consentire confidentialities festa di portare Avanti fino alle ore inclinati della


La mattina prendiamo a poche passi piacevoli al ristorante di famiglia, Carletti

di dove sedersi e sorseggiare I nostril cappuccino al banco, personalmente

servitor da Maria Carletti. Il ristorante ha il nome di famiglia da quanto ha

aperto le sue porte nel 1959, ma e affettuosamente conosciuta da locali come

Maria di dopo che il proprietario inimitabile che eroga il caffe se stessa. Il

portico dare su la piazza e dove si incontrano I vecchi signori a –bere, a-fumare

e condivisione sofismi al mattino e carte da gioco nelle ore soporiferi.

Il forna ci da il nostro pane quotidiano, e dobbiamo uscire per la giornata di

un villaggio vicino alcuni seduzioni appena sfornati anche, come un pezzo di

focaccia o di fette di pizza al divorano come andiamo.

Una sera, dopo una lunga esplorazione in luoghi bellissimi come Belforto del

Chienti, Fermo e San Benedetto del Tronto una pioggia santo inizia dolcemente

cadere e troviamo le nostre affamati, stanchi stessi presso l’altro ristorante del

villaggio. Come apro la porta di Da Cicco, posseduta per sembre di Patrizio e

Teresa Isadori, stiamo avvolto nel calore del loro cuore. Gigantic puzzle ponte

alle pareti, enormi risate e racontei alti sono condivisi da una tavila di turisti.

Essendo estraneo al Paese e le sue cibo, la nostra cameriera , Michelle Roibu,

l’anima dello spazio, ha pui volte per spiegare il significato di ogni corso sul


Ho origliare da una tavola di quattordici turisti inglese accanto a noi, un marito

confidando alla moglie. “io non capisco, ma io davero non voglio la pasta

con ogni corso, ma lei continua a dire pasti questo e pasti quello” Sua moglia

risponde attrettanto sottovoce seguire gli altri, sono sicuro che troveremo la

nostra strada e tutti ci risolvero.

Ordino una grigliata mista, piatto pieno con pollo, maiale e agnello. A prima

vista tutti I tagli si somigliano, ma con I nostril primi boccone senti morso di

rosmarino, pizzichi di Maldon sale e pepe, il tango con il sapore picante alle

griglia su le nostre papille gustative, e infilare via come pellegrini affamati.

Dalla finestra della nostra camera da letto, possiamo ammirare vita vissuta o

oziare nella grande vasca in marmot e guardare fuori in lontananza, piccolo

blocchi di terra colorata trapuntati insieme in pezzi sempre piu piccolo fino a

confondersi con le montagne in lontananza.

Vediamo pecore percorsi lungo le verdeggianli colline in file ordinate e mi

hanno detto che non sono allevati per la loro carne – ma per il loro latte che

rende il meraviglioso formaggio pecorino ricco di sapore. La mattina presto

tranquillita, le campane ai collo si svegliano la valle, e talvolta, quando il vento

e cortese, puo portare il chiaro suono di un canto pastore per ilsuo gregge

mentre pascolano.

Una sera, I direttori della nostra albergo, Marc Spendlove e Ivan Kruger ci

invitano a condivedere la cena con loro. Con un bicchiere di perfettamente

refrigerati bianco Verdicchio e incoraggiata da tavala pesantemente, ricca

di salumi e formaggi si arriva a conoscere I nostril padroni di casa. Ridere di

nostra incapacita di pronunciare I nomi dei carciofi marinate, olive, pomodori

e capperi impariamo come se e venuto a condividere la proprieta questa

lussuosa albergo. Ora si puo ridere, ma quattordici mesi fa, la casa era un

rudere e sono stati sfidato da processi di construzione frustrante,burocratia

tutti in una lingua che non capivano. Ivan e nato e cresciuto sudafrcano e Marc

di audace razza Britannica.

Primo hanno vivere piu in basso nella valle Ivan racconta, dove la neve si

accumula fino ad un metro di profondita e uno volta erano in grado di

utilizzare la lora macchina per sei settimane. “ho detto Marc dovremmo

muoverci nei villaggio e inizialmente prendere uno spazio soffitta.” Un bel

mattino quando sto faccendo il spese a il fermentaria, scoperto il cartello

Vendesi (For Sale) nella finestra della casa rovinato accanto. Parlando con

Monica Bruni, loro agente che volevano ridimensionare e che volevano vedere

l'in’erno della casa, lei chiesto si erano sicuri, come la casa aveva dieci camera

da letto.

Sono andato a dare un’occhiata . Alcune camera sono in un tale cattive stato

di abbandono che non era sicuro di entrare. Loro discussono le opzioni con

un soci, Mirella Corsetti, e ha deciso di acquistare e restaurare la casa, e a

includere una albergo e una scuola di cucina. “Stiamo ancora ridendo sulle

molteplici incomprensioni che abbiamo avuto durante la visualizzazione di

molti altri posti sul significato delle 3 pianos che erano in vendita con le unita

sul tetto. Ci e volute un bel po per scoprire che non erano pianoforte, ma di cui

la parola italiano per “piani”.

Architetetto Pierro Perogio,specializzato in edifice storici,ha detto che il

piano superior e stato construito nel 1625 e che gli altri livelli erano ancora

piu antiche. Quando hanno comprato la casa, le pareti, I pavimenti e travi

erano piene di gesso, cement e strali di vernice. I livelli piu bass rivelato penne

di maiale deserte e poilai. Come conseguenza del peso aggiuno nel corso

degli anni le travi in legno originali erano o rotti o cosi male curvato che non

potevano piu essere utilizzati. Alterazione iniziale rivelato affreschi sul soffitto

e le piastrelle di cava originali sul pavimenti – la loro eta stimata in oltre 500

anni.Queste sono state spostato, restaurati e abilmente disposti nuovamente.

Ivan racconta come I muri esterni, risalente al XV111 secolo e construito sul

muro di cinta del borgo, e stato portato giu pietra per pietra e ricostruita,

complete di colonne in acciaio per consentire il rinforzo sufficiente nel

possibile caso di terremoto.”Tre ingegneri sismici assistiti la decisione di

ancorare la parete con una piscine, che ora mantiene sostanzialmente l’intera

albergo in piedi”

Una sera, guidiamo a Da Pippo e Gabriella Ristorante a Sant Angelo in Pontano,

a due passi da Cancella’Est. Questo ristorante ha ripetutamente fatto nello

Guida Michelin per la loro cucina eccellente. La mia scelta e loro spaghetti con

sugo di carne di guancia di maiale e pancetta insieme con un po di pecorino

picante. Trovo lo spazio per trattare le mie papille gustative di una porzione di

deliziosi loro tirimsu fatto in casa. Mentre lasciamo, Pippo ci salute con quelle

che sento a la stessa gratitudine calda. Sono sicura che ha mostrato negli ultimi

40 anni.

Durante il nostro soggiorno a Gualdo, seguiamo la gesta di un contadino nel

campo sotto la nostra finestra mentre lentamente ma inesorabilmente negozia

l’aratro, lasciando strisce rasate di terra per carezzare gli occhi. Al tramonte

verso le sette, il sole ancora bacia dolcemente ultimi collinette, il ronzio del

motore del trattore cessa e immagino la moglia aspettare a casa con pane

appena sfornato, pezzi di pecorino e fete di salumi stagionati con cura.

Nutrita dallia gente e il posto, ho capito come Marc e Ivan hanno trovato

rinnovata soddisfazione e scopo qui, rendendo il tempo per cucinare

marmellate, fare lunghe passeggiate nella valle con I loro cani, Maeling e

Darling, e guardando la stellate ancora vita del valle fino alle prime oro della


Gualdo e una comoda distanza dale piste da sci(di cui ci sono molti nella

zona) come Sassotetto. Abbiamo usato Cancello Est come albergo in estate

e abbiamo esplorato l’intera regione in brevi escursioni giornaliere. Le

prenotazioni possono essere effettuate online sul o

inviare una e-mail a Sylvia Gould e la fonte amichevole

di informazioni presso l’ufficio turistico e parla inglese. La sua e-mail per piu informazione per quanto riguarda il villagio

e della regione.

Quando cerchi per I villaggi in italia, aver cura di aggiungere alla regione o

provincial in cui e situate nella ricerca, come molti luoghi in tutto il paese

prende il nome dale stesse persone. Gualdo dove abbiamo alloggiato e

conosciuto come Gualdo MC, riferendosi alla regione di Macerata.In caso di

noleggiare un veicolo e si desidera utilizzare il GPS digitare il codice postale del

paesa in questione che si desidera viaggiare. Che assicurino indicazioni precise.

E meglio non iniziare il vostro viaggio prima di fare una ricerca approfondita, e

la pratica saggio mantenere una guida di buona reputazione e portato di mano.

Alcune parole utili, prefezione per lo meno. Ogni villaggio ha il suo piccolo

ufficio informazioni turistiche per specifiche informazioni locali, ma essere in

grado di salutare o ringraziare qualcuno quando il avete chiesto indicazioni,

anch in italiano stentato, puo correggare il café il mattina presto fino solo un

po’piu pronto con una sorrissa.

50th Macerata Opera Festival: Opera is Female!

 In July and August 2014 Macerata celebrates the 50th anniversary of its opera season at the Sferisterio with three great heroines of the classical melodrama.

They can be seen in new productions of Aida - which inaugurated the very first season in 1921 - and Tosca, along with a reprise of the well-known Traviata of the mirrors by Brockhaus and Svoboda. All three operas will have a female conductor.

Spend a glorious long weekend in the magnificent undiscovered Le Marche region of Italy, enjoying food, wine and magnificent scenery against the backdrop of three stunning operas, staying at the newly renovated 16th Century Boutique hotel Cancello Est.

Fully inclusive packages  start from £700 per person sharing, excluding airfares.

View the Accommodation package at www. view the Opera details on

Contact  for more details or telephone from the UK direct 0208 133 86624