purposefully pompous travel log

Villa Il Poggia
Near Cetona, Tuscany

First day here. After nearly twenty hours we ensconsed at Villa Il Poggio. Our driver, Marco, got terribly confused on the tiny winding road to Cetona. The quintisential Tuscan Village high on a green hill. After all my concerns, I am the only one of our party who got substantial sleep on the flight. Thank you black market tranquilizers!

It's pointless to describe the exquisite beauty of the countryside. The house, or raaaather, the villa is extraordinary. Nearly 200 years old* it's at the pinacle of yet another rolling hill ripe with verdant greens and rich browns. Set down with perfect precision in the center of an olive grove, Villa Il Poggio is rustic elegance personified.

While the younger memebers of our party seem to long for their internet (bah!) and cellular (harumph!) services, I, myself, am looking forward to a week out of touch with the day to day. And now, I nap!**

*After chatting amicably with some of the sun and time weathered locals, we discovered that Villa Il Poggio is not in fact of the 18h century. It is, instead a tastefully done replication. Though we were startled and dismayed to learn that Villa Il Poggio was only 40 years old we managed to enjoy our extended stay. My personal secretary shall here my displeasure upon our return!

**On a plump feathered bed fit with sun dried 200 count egyptian cotton sheets, smoothed down by a classically beautiful tuscan maiden.