
Mediterranean Europe
Twenty regions, no two alike, and no reason to rush.
This is Italy
Italy isn't one country. It's twenty, which happen to share a border.
In Italy, beauty is not the exception but the habit, from a kitchen table to a piazza façade. A blue door that's had the same coat of paint for three generations, washing hung out to dry between two façades as if it were a flag, a church with no queue outside where the altar boy still carries the key in his trouser pocket. No one points it out. It doesn't need admiring to be true.
What most trips overlook is that Italy isn't one country but a collection of countries that happen to share a border. Piedmont eats, drinks and talks differently to Puglia, and Sicily has more in common with North Africa than with Milan. So we don't cram three cities and two coastlines into one trip. We choose one, perhaps two regions with you, and let you actually land there.
The regions
Italy resists a summary. Every region has its own kitchen, its own pace, and its own way of looking at the light.

Misty hills thick with Nebbiolo vineyards, a kitchen built around truffle and hazelnut, and cities like Turin that have never needed to prove themselves to tourists.

Tuscany gets the cameras, but neighbouring Umbria has the same rolling hills and medieval towns, without the crowds. Two regions best not squeezed into the same week.

Limestone peaks that turn pink in the morning, villages where the menu reads as easily in German as in Italian, and trails shepherds were already walking a century ago.

The heel of the boot, with conical trulli, olive trees so old no one counts their age any more, and an Adriatic coast that lives at a slower pace than the Amalfi Coast ever did.

Greeks, Arabs, Normans and Spaniards all left something behind: in the kitchen, the architecture, the dialects. Etna still smokes on, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Another century lies beneath every street. Stay a few days longer than the obligatory monuments demand, and you find a city of neighbourhoods, morning markets and steps no one is sitting on, waiting for you.
At the table
In Italy, the calendar on the table decides what happens that day, not the other way round. A pasta shape belongs to a province, not a country; a cheese ages in the cellar of the same family that started it three generations ago. The trattoria with no menu, where you eat whatever the owner's mother found at the market that morning, still exists. You just shouldn't go looking for it with a guidebook in hand.
We don't book 'authentic' dinners. Our local experts have known the people behind the counter for years, and bring you along when it fits: at harvest time, on market day, at a table really set for the family. No photo opportunity, just pulling up a chair.
Italy doesn't put on a show.
It simply carries on living. And all we ask is a seat at the table.
Verder kijken dan de highlights
One country, twenty identities We build a trip around one region, at most two, not around a list of cities. Visiting Piedmont and Sicily in the same week says as much about Italy as Norway and Greece in one trip through Europe.
Craft over attraction Watching a glassblower at work on Murano says more about Venice than an hour's queue for a basilica. Our local experts know the people, not just the opening hours.
Slowness is the offer, not a compromise A day with no fixed programme is not a wasted day in Italy. It's how the country itself lives. We deliberately plan in space, not filler.
The big three are a choice, not an obligation Rome, Florence and Venice earn their reputation, but they do not automatically belong in every trip. If Umbria or the Marche suits you better, we simply suggest that instead.
Craft

Five generations, the same furnace, the same family name above the door. He works early in the morning, before the day-trippers arrive from the mainland.

In the quarries above Carrara, marble is still cut the way it was centuries ago. Only the saw is diamond now. The dust turns the mountains white, summer and winter.

Already at work by five in the morning, with milk still warm from the cow. A wheel of Parmigiano Reggiano ages for two years in the same cellar where his father learned the trade.

Morning light over the Val d'Orcia, half an hour before the first coach arrives.
Possibilities
No day-by-day programme, but a range of possibilities. You choose what suits your pace.

Into the woods of Piedmont with a trifolau and his dog, before the dew has lifted. Whatever's found reaches the table that same afternoon.

Approaching the Cinque Terre from a small harbour, the way they were meant to be seen: from the water, without the steps and crowds of the walking trail.

In Florence, restorers have spent decades on work that never seems finished. A visit shows just how much patience sits behind every restored fresco.

Helping with the picking in the Langhe or Chianti, hands stained purple by the end of the day. The glass that follows in the evening tastes different when you have earned it.

Via rifugi that have welcomed walkers for a hundred years, far from the cable cars. Setting off early often means having the whole ridge to yourself.
These are directions, not a fixed route. We suggest what suits the pace you're looking for.


From volcanic soil to snow-capped summit, the same passport, two different worlds.
Wanneer reis je?
July and August are the months when Italy itself goes on holiday: the coast is packed, the cities are hot, and plenty of family-run businesses close their doors just then. Anyone after the calm this country is known for does better at the edges of the season.
Late April to June and September to mid-October offer the best of both worlds: long light, terraces not yet overrun, and temperatures that make a walk in the Dolomites or a day among the vineyards a pleasure rather than an ordeal. December brings a completely different mood, especially in the north, with Christmas markets in South Tyrol and a calm in the cities the summer never sees.
Goed om te weten
Italy is close and familiar, but twenty regions mean choices have to be made.
Or perhaps this
Still weighing it up? That is no problem at all. The right country often only becomes clear once the conversation starts.

Portugal turns its back on Europe and its face to the ocean, with a wistfulness that rarely turns heavy.

Spain differs as much from itself as from its neighbours, with a dry interior, a green north, and a day that starts late and ends later.

In Switzerland the mountains do not ask for attention, and order is almost a feature of the landscape.

The next step
Tell us whether it's the misty hills of Piedmont, the heat of Puglia, or the quiet of a mountain hut in the Dolomites. We build the trip around what you're looking for, not around a fixed route.