“This home used to be a convent, but now rests in the hands of a beautiful, curly haired Italian chef, who runs her cooking classes from her kitchen. These high ceilings made me feel like royalty, especially the intricately carved, wooden dining chairs. Busts of warriors perched stoically on shelves and end tables. Sprinkles of modernized Italian knick knacks balanced the heaviness of historical collectibles. Despite the room being large for company, I felt more at ease knowing she could be spending very peaceful evenings in solitude, her bare feet propped up on the coffee table, reviewing a book with Cocles himself in the foreground of her reading. She was the epitome of my Italian dream. She wore bright, red stripes and thick red glasses to pair. There was no where I would have rather gone than at the gated doors of Villa Cocles.” — snips from my most recent blog on my site for Italy. More to come.