Tomatoes, herbs, whatever the season decides. You pick, you cook, you eat.
See where you'll eat →Our country loft. A stube, a rattan chair, a painting I hung crooked on purpose. Upstairs can wait.
See where you'll sleep →Clouds in the water, trees in the water. Nobody's counting laps here.
See where you'll swim →Ivy climbs, pine leans. The house was here first. Long vacation here? Yes, please.
See where you'll sleep →Wild roses cut five minutes ago. No arrangement, no vase yet. Just the walk back to the table, stems dripping on the grass, wondering if there’s enough for every room.
Ospedaletto is a place that existed long before anyone thought to book it. Two houses in the Romagna countryside where people come and things happen: dinners that outlast the candles, workshops surrounded by vegetables, celebrations that feel nothing like a venue. I’m Cristina — this is my country place, and I’ll show you the way in.