Photo essay · Val d’Orcia, Italy
Terra di Siena
When my wife and I settled in Italy, the first people we wanted to visit us were our friends Lori and Tony and their kids. I planned their trip carefully: a few days on their own in Venice and Florence, then a few more with us in my hometown.
What they didn’t know was that I had a surprise in between. Their wedding anniversary fell during the trip, and I wanted to give them a weekend in Tuscany they would never forget. After some searching, I found a small B&B in the hills near San Quirico d’Orcia, south of Siena. It was run by a gentleman whose family had lived on that land all their lives, and it looked out over the Chapel of Vitaleta and the hills rolling away around it.
On paper, it was perfect. But a surprise like this had to be right, so I decided to see it for myself first. My friend Jeff came along, and we spent two days driving the white roads of Val d’Orcia, out before dawn while the mist still filled the valleys, chasing the light until the storms rolled in. I went to check on a B&B. I came home with the colours of a land the whole world knows by name.