Our Story

Once upon a time, in a remote corner of the countryside, there was a land that for generations nurtured the dreams and labor of my ancestors. Here, my grandparents, and even my great-grandparents, built a humble courtyard for the farmers who worked the land, dating back to 1400-1450, an era when simplicity and toil were the daily ingredients of life. In the heart of this estate, a courtyard thrived as the focal point of the farming community. It was a place of meeting and exchange, where stories intertwined with the labor of the fields. But within the walls of this farmhouse, there was also a small trullo, a refuge for weary travelers seeking rest after long days of work in the fields or journeys from distant lands. Thus, Casolare 67 was born, a name that evokes memories passed down through generations. It’s the place where my father, when asked where he was going, would simply reply “voc ind o casuler” in the local dialect. This farmhouse carries the essence of a story dating back to 1967, a tale of humility and perseverance that continues to resonate within its ancient walls.

Today, Casolare 67 has transformed into an oasis of relaxation, a refuge for those seeking peace and tranquility away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. Its stone walls guard ancient secrets, while the sound of the wind among the olive trees and the song of the birds fill the air with serenity. Here, the stars shine brighter, and time seems to slow its relentless pace.

Welcome to Casolare 67, where history intertwines with modern comfort, and every corner tells a story of times past. Be welcome to discover the charm of this unique place, where every visit becomes a new chapter in a timeless story.