I took a tour of CastaDiva this morning with Silvia Ballerini and am wowed by the property. I’m guessing once you see this brief moment of beauty from my terrace and the above image by Paul Clemence, you will be, too! I’ll be writing several comprehensive pieces on the resort as the weeks move along but thought I’d give you a glimpse this evening before a glass of Prosecco calls me away from the computer! 

I spend a great deal of time in my life with this running through my mind: “I want to know what I want.” I can certainly say being able to spend even a few days in this little slice of heaven along Lake Como’s shores is on that list of wants. Speaking of heaven: I leave you with Percy Bysshe Shelley’s last stanza to “Ode to Heaven,” a poem he wrote while traveling through Italy:

What is Heaven? a globe of dew,

Filling in the morning new

Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken

On an unimagined world:

Constellated suns unshaken,

Orbits measureless, are furled

In that frail and fading sphere,

With ten millions gathered there,

To tremble, gleam, and disappear.”