Arrival at Cretaiole (Tuscan Farm House)

For the last 2 years I had wanted to come to this farm house run by a family that accepts different visitors in different specialized rooms within the farm house. I read that it is quite an exeperience to stay with this family for a week and have them recommend all the best to you in the area and help you with anything you need. They also recommend that you stay at least a week (they don’t accept reservations for less in the summer), and for this reservation I had to commit to 8 nights.

Exterior of our ‘chicken coop’ home for the next week.
Other apartments on the property.

It can be a gamble because if you get there and it is a ‘bust’ you are stuck for 8 nights. On the other hand I had read so many ‘if you can do this once in your life, you must’ reviews and also many people said they return annually. It felt like a good decision to just rest somewhere for 8 days and see what happens. No stressful travel days, no packing and unpacking….so we decided yes back in March and booked the stay.

As we approached the property, we couldn’t have been more thrilled. It was everything we hoped for and more! We were greeted by Isabella who escorted us to our room. The ‘old chicken house’ – which doesn’t look anything like a chicken house and was prepared with everything we would need to be comfortable upon arrival.

Cretaiole…property where we are staying.

Only one thing was missing, I had asked for it to be prepared with two beds and it looked like one big bed. No problem, two ladies came in and switched out all of the sheets and bedding happily. These beds and pillows also looked like such quality (compared to our last hotel where the pillows were flatter than pancakes and the sheets felt itchy).

Hospitality left in our room. An assortment of local produce, meats, cheeses, fruits, breads, treats. Just about anything a tired traveler might want!

After we got settled, Isabella made us a dinner reservation in town. We were delighted with her selection at a place 10 minutes away in a small little hill town. We dined outside again were pinching ourselves to be in this part of Italy with a whole week ahead of us in our little farm house.

Walking to dinner in a local hill town.