This is where I was born and this is where I live. This is the only place where I feel at home.
In the middle of the green Umbrian hills, among dirt roads that I know by heart, where time is marked by bells, surrounded by the smiles of curious people who have seen me grow up.
Allerona is my village: it is home, roots, colors, memories , sunsets. It is a horizon that belongs to me. It is olive trees and vineyards where as children we played to be John Rambo with improvised wooden weapons and where we were riding our bikes in the street, challenging each other with extraordinary jumping competitions.
Allerona is a still image of a past that embraces me every day, inviting me to go to what is essential.
It is enthusiasm and the smile that make sense of everything.
