Hotel Le Ghiande (Spello, Italy)

About Le Ghiande

The voice of "Le Ghiande" A horizon of hills hinted at, so wide as to contain a whole rainbow, without mountains to intersperse its cloak. Gravel passes silenced in the grass, under fragrant and fresh branches, grown enough to cover the sun peeking through the leaves. A shady porch refreshes the mind of ancient poetry, the flavors of home spoil the memory, quiet water and gentle laughter away the summer heat. The light of midday lights up what remains of the harvest with gold, the head bowed in sunflowers thanks the past time and waits to be picked up. Over everything the oak, which breathes the high wind and translates it down, watches with a chorus of happy chirps .... Sound of distant bells whispers to the air his Holiness, while dogs and cicadas give voice to the silence. The thoughts find space, the words dumb and you can hear the voice of an acorn, who greets his branch and slips, rolling on the roof tiles ... This is the B&B Le Ghiande ....