About
A house with a long memory
Casa Amica was our grandmother's house. She kept hens in the courtyard, dried tomatoes on the roof, and offered coffee to anyone who knocked. We open the doors today in the same spirit — as a home first, an inn second.
The land
Two hectares of olives, a small vineyard we share with a neighbour, a vegetable garden that supplies most of breakfast. The hills around Montepulciano have changed slowly — we like them that way.
The family
Lucia cooks. Marco keeps the grove and pours the wine. Their daughter Giulia handles reservations between university terms. You'll meet all of us before the second espresso.
The pace
No keycards, no front desk, no schedule beyond breakfast and sunset. Stay a night and you'll see what we mean.