Our first day unfolded in a blur of preparation and anticipation, as we readied each space to welcome the women who would soon arrive.
After a slightly chaotic departure from Rome (fun fact, there are ZERO lines on the road and basically no rules), we were finally held by the quiet embrace of Fonte Sala. The shift was immediate. The air softened. The land exhaled. And so did we.
We wandered through a local grocery store that felt like its own little labyrinth; there was laughter, a bit of confusion, and a moment of the masterful Italian art of judgement and curiosity as we placed a special order for over thirty croissants (I’m fairly certain we became the highlight of someone’s day, thank you Sarah Hafeman for braving this moment). We also learned, humbly and publicly, that in Italy, you weigh and tag your produce before checkout. Oops.
Back at the villas, the energy shifted into something more intentional. We opened windows to let the countryside breeze move through each room, tucked welcome bags into waiting spaces, and laid out personalized schedules like little invitations into the week ahead. Treatment spaces came to life, each one infused with care, softness, and quiet intention.
And then… they arrived!
Once everyone was settled, our evening circle formed. We began in movement, guided by Alyson MacLatchy, bodies joyfully awakening, laughter weaving its way through the group. One by one, we introduced ourselves, stepping into the space fully seen… uncovering what brought each of us to this space. I am forever grateful for each and every one of these women who came to this space with open hearts and a soft vulnerability.
Then came the crowning.
Each woman honored, adorned, and welcomed with the chant “Donna selvaggia” (wild woman). There was twirling, there was joy, there was something ancient stirring beneath it all. A remembering.
Dinner followed, lovingly prepared by the resident caretaker, Geanina, whose magic extends even to the smallest details. Peep the flowers made of sugar paste that she hand painted… I won’t recover from the beauty.
Night fell, and we had an early night, hearts full, anticipating the week ahead.
