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Make the Most of Your Journey
Make the Most of Your Journey
Our tour is packed with amazing sights and experiences, but if you’re looking to take things up a notch, check out the optional experiences I’ve lined up for you. These are the hidden gems—the kind of moments that turn a great trip into an unforgettable adventure.
Whether it’s diving deeper into local culture, tasting something incredible, or exploring a spot you might not find on your own, there’s something here for everyone. And the best part? You don’t need to book anything in advance. Just decide on the spot—no pressure, no hassle!
Take a look below to see what’s on offer. I’m here to answer any questions and help you choose what’s right for you. Let’s make this trip truly special!
Piazzas and Fountains
Piazzas and Fountains
Rome: Where Every Step Is a Story
There are cities that age.
And then there’s Rome — a city that refuses to.
You don’t just see it. You step into it.
The stone under your shoes is worn smooth by emperors, poets, and lovers. The air hums with stories that were old before your great-grandparents were born.
The Spanish Steps rise like a lazy wave of marble, where Audrey Hepburn once slipped off her shoes and a thousand summer afternoons blurred into gold.
The Trevi Fountain roars with the voice of a thousand wishes, its stone figures locked forever in a struggle too grand to freeze. Toss a coin if you like — Rome keeps its promises in its own time.
You pause at the Pantheon, its massive columns standing against time itself, the open eye of its dome visible through the archways.
Even from the outside, the building presses its weight against the sky — a reminder that some things are built not just to last, but to defy.
And between it all — the alleys.
The cracked walls dripping ivy.
The smell of coffee and old stone.
The lives lived half inside and half outside, where a Vespa might whip past and a Vesuvian laugh might ring out from a balcony above.
You end at Piazza Navona — not a square, but a stage.
The fountains spit and glitter. Painters crowd the corners. Shadows stretch across worn cobblestones. You can sit here, if you like, order a glass of wine, and pretend you’re nobody at all. Or that you’re part of something ancient and unbroken.
In Rome, it’s easy to forget yourself.
It’s even easier to find yourself in the echoes.
49 EUR
Roman Evening with Dinner
Roman Evening with Dinner
A Night Out in the Real Rome
This isn’t a tourist version of Rome.
No red-checkered tablecloths. No staged serenades.
Tonight, you step into the Rome where Romans actually live — and eat.
The restaurant is modern, vibrant, the kind of place where conversations bounce off the walls and the smell of garlic, fresh basil, and slow-cooked sauces fills the air. No gimmicks, no performances — just honest, perfect Roman cooking.
You start with a glass of cold Prosecco and a plate of Bruschetta al pomodoro — toasted bread soaked with olive oil, topped with tomatoes that taste like they never saw a truck, just a sunbeam.
The first course is pure Roman tradition:
Spaghetti Cacio e Pepe — creamy, peppery, simple in the way only true classics can be — and Rigatoni all’Amatriciana, rich with pancetta and tomatoes slow-simmered to the edge of sweetness.
For the main, a tender grilled chicken breast, charred just enough to lock in the juices, paired with roasted peppers, oven-crisped potatoes, and a green salad sharp with lemon and olive oil.
And dessert? The kind of Tiramisu that ruins all others — rich, feather-light, made in-house by someone who knows when to stop stirring and start believing.
A quarter bottle of local wine — Chardonnay or Montepulciano — and water are included, along with the low hum of live music threading through the night.
Transportation and tips are handled. You just show up, sit down, and let Rome do what it does best: feed you like you belong.
77 EUR
Tivoli & Villa d’Este
Ambition in Bloom: A Cardinal’s Dream Carved in Water
In the hills above Rome, Tivoli has long offered sanctuary from the city’s crush and heat—a place of respite for emperors, artists, and cardinals seeking space to breathe. It’s here, just beyond the capital’s reach, that we spend the morning tracing the story of power rechanneled into beauty.
With a local specialist as our guide, we’ll step into the gardens of Villa d’Este—arguably the most exquisite in all of Italy. This is no ordinary stroll. The estate was the personal project of Cardinal Ippolito II d’Este, the ambitious son of Lucrezia Borgia and grandson of Pope Alexander VI. Groomed for the papacy, Ippolito’s rise was cut short by court politics. In a bitter compromise, he was dispatched to govern Tivoli—a consolation prize for a prince of the Church.
Denied the Vatican, he built his own Eden.
What rose from his frustration was a feat of Renaissance engineering: more than 200 fountains and cascades, all powered without pumps or electricity, just gravity and ingenuity. Mythic statues gaze from moss-covered grottos, and water flows in rhythmic pulses through terraces of cypress and stone. Every step through Villa d’Este echoes Ippolito’s grand, thwarted vision—and his triumph in creating something eternal.
You’ll have free time to wander, to pause at shaded balconies that overlook the Roman Campagna, and to enjoy lunch or shopping in Tivoli’s charming old quarter. Then, we return to Rome—just a short drive, but worlds apart.
56 EUR
Explore Ravello
Gardens Suspended Between Sky and Sea
Everyone rushes to Amalfi and Positano — the coastlines that glitter in every magazine spread. But few climb higher. Ravello isn’t just above them in altitude. It’s a world apart — a suspended realm of stillness and shadowed history, where power once looked down on the sea.
In the 12th century, the Amalfi Republic — one of the first great Maritime Republics — grew rich from trade with North Africa and the Middle East. Ravello was its retreat, a hilltop redoubt for the merchant elite. Villa Rufolo, once sprawling from the mountaintop nearly to the sea, embodied that wealth: a palace of Moorish arcades, cloistered gardens, and panoramic power.
Today, Ravello remains a place apart. It doesn’t draw crowds — it draws connoisseurs. Quiet, cultivated, and discreetly luxurious, it hosts some of Italy’s most exclusive hotels. The kind of place where conversations are low and views are long. Where those who know come not to be seen, but to see.
At Villa Rufolo, walk through jasmine-scented courtyards and look out from the garden terrace — the one everyone photographs, but few ever reach. The real luxury here isn’t indulgence. It’s perspective.
59 EUR
Amalfi Coast Drive and Positano
The Road That Fell from the Sky
Long before it became Europe’s most photographed coastline, the Amalfi Coast was nearly inaccessible — a forgotten stretch of cliffs and fishing villages that could only be reached by sea. Once a proud Maritime Republic, Amalfi faded into obscurity until after World War II, when engineers carved a ribbon-thin road into the limestone cliffs. The result? A miracle of asphalt and air.
This drive — from Maiori through sun-bleached villages, lemon groves, and dizzying drops — is more than scenic. It’s surreal. Towns hang like mosaics on the rock face. The sea shifts from cobalt to silver. And always, the road winds — impossibly — onward.
In the 1950s and '60s, the coast returned to the world stage, this time in Technicolor. Sophia Loren, Rossellini, the jet set — they made this coastline mythic. But the drama never needed a script. It’s written into every switchback and overlook.
At the journey’s end lies Positano: a vertical town of ochre and coral houses, spilling down to the shore. With its cathedral dome, steep alleyways, and improbable elegance, it feels more imagined than real. But it’s very real — and undeniably captivating.
This isn’t just a drive. It’s an awakening. The kind of beauty that disorients, then stays with you.
77 EUR
Dinner at Torre Normana
A Watchtower for the Senses
There are meals, and then there are moments — and this is one of the latter. Perched on a rugged promontory above the Mediterranean, Torre Normanna rises from the sea like a relic. Built in the 13th century to ward off invaders, this Norman watchtower in Maiori has endured centuries. Tonight, it becomes your dining room.
The cuisine is refined, rooted in the traditions of the coast — delicate seafood, handmade pastas, and local wines served with precision. But it’s the setting that transforms the evening. Vaulted stone walls, candlelit terraces, and the hush of the sea below create a kind of reverence.
This is not just a meal. It’s an immersion. You dine where sentinels once stood, where storms once broke. The salt air, the age of the stones, the flicker of flame — everything conspires to slow time.
Torre Normanna offers a rare harmony of taste and place. One night. One tower. A memory sealed in stone and salt.
87 EUR
Discover Capri by Sea
Stone, Light, and the Water Between
Capri isn’t fully understood until you’ve seen it from the water. For one hour, you leave the land behind — and circle the island as it was meant to be seen: from the sea that shaped it.
On a private boat, guided by a local expert, the island comes alive in texture and scale. Towering rock arches. Sea caves glowing with reflected light. Cliffs that plunge straight into cobalt depths. You drift past the Faraglioni — Capri’s iconic stone guardians — and under ledges that seem to defy gravity.
This is the island stripped of glamour, bare and raw. No boutiques. No crowds. Just sun, salt, and the sound of the hull slicing water. It’s intimate, cinematic — a kind of silent dialogue between stone and sea.
To understand Capri, you have to leave it. And look back.
58 EUR
An Enchanting Evening at Villa Machiavelli
An Enchanting Evening at Villa Machiavelli
Where Power Never Sleeps
The house still remembers.
The stone floors, worn smooth by centuries of footsteps. The heavy beams, darkened by smoke and secrets.
At Villa Machiavelli, history isn’t behind glass — it lingers in the corners, watching.
This was a house of ambition, built for a man who understood the game better than anyone.
Machiavelli wrote not from theory, but from blood and loss and survival. His words — sharp as knives, cold as marble — were born in these rooms, scribbled late into nights thick with smoke and silence.
Now, centuries later, you walk the same floors.
And as the sun sinks behind the hills, casting long shadows across the vineyard rows, the table is set for a different kind of gathering.
Tuscan wines, deep and slow. Plates of local bread, sun-warmed tomatoes, olives as old as the land itself. The courses come steady, unhurried, like stories passed hand to hand.
Outside, the land hums with life. Inside, the villa listens.
At Villa Machiavelli, dinner isn’t just a meal.
It’s a conversation across centuries — between those who ruled, those who wrote, and those who still understand that real power never disappears.
It just waits.
78 EUR
Visit to San Gimignano
Visit to San Gimignano
Towers Built on Fear and Fortune
The towers rise like broken teeth against the sky — not for beauty, but for survival.
In the Middle Ages, San Gimignano wasn’t a postcard. It was a city of rival merchants, bitter feuds, and fortunes made and lost in the time it took to swing a blade.
Every family with power built upward, stone by stone, reaching for the sky in a race no one could afford to lose. The taller the tower, the greater the warning: we’re rich, we’re strong, and we’re ready to fight. A fortress, a flag, a threat — all wrapped in the cold weight of stone.
Inside the old walls, the streets still twist and climb, built not for ease but for defense. Palaces loom over narrow alleys. Shops cluster in the shade of towers built by men who trusted no one, not even their neighbors. Every corner, every brick, tells the story of ambition pressed against fear.
Climb Torre Grossa, the tallest of them all, and look out over a countryside that once carried both opportunity and danger. Beyond the fields and vines lies the same promise — and the same hunger — that built these walls.
And then, there’s the other side: the simple pleasures that somehow survived it all.
A piazza where life still spills into the streets. Artisan shops where old crafts breathe. A scoop of gelato cold against the heat, sweet enough to make you forget, for a moment, how rough survival used to taste.
In San Gimignano, history isn’t polished for show. It’s rough, proud, and still standing.
43 EUR
Michelangelo’s David
Flesh, Stone, and the Fight to Be Free
Before the city wakes, the halls of the Accademia are quiet. The air feels heavy, like a church without the prayers.
And at the center of it all stands David — not just marble, but muscle, nerve, defiance.
This isn’t the polite hero you see on postcards. Up close, David is all tension and raw potential, the split second before the stone flies, before history changes. Veins snake down his arms. His brow tightens. He breathes, if you’re willing to believe it.
But before you reach him, you pass through the unfinished. The Prisoners — bodies trapped in rough stone, straining to escape. Muscles half-formed, faces half-buried, they claw toward freedom.
Michelangelo didn’t carve them as much as he tried to set them loose. And standing among them, it’s impossible not to wonder: are they still fighting? Or have they given up?
You walk the hall, past struggle and silence, until you face the boy who became a giant.
Michelangelo carved David from a ruined block no one else wanted. Chipped, discarded, thought to be impossible.
And yet here he is — perfect, defiant, dangerous — proof that greatness doesn’t ask for permission.
62 EUR
Gondolas and the Grand Canal
Gondolas and the Grand Canal
The Water Carries More Than Reflections.
There are cities you walk through — and there are cities you glide through like a secret.
Venice is the second kind.
The Grand Canal, the spine of the old republic, still moves with the weight of centuries. Palazzos lean into the water, their marble facades cracked but proud, telling stories of when Venice was the richest, boldest city in Europe — a place that wrote its name across the maps of the world in ink, gold, and blood.
And the only way to understand it — really feel it — is from the water.
You board the speedboat, a sleek 1950s dream polished to a high shine, and suddenly you’re no longer just a visitor. You’re living a scene out of a life most people only see in movies. Bond, Clooney, the silent glances of a black-and-white film — it’s all in the air as you carve through the Grand Canal, spray kicking up at your sides, the palaces sliding past like mirages.
For a half-hour, Venice belongs to you.
Then the engine cuts, and the rhythm changes.
You step into a gondola — not for the photo, not for the cliché — but to slip quietly into the real veins of the city.
Down back canals so narrow the buildings seem to breathe against your shoulders. Past open windows where music and life leak into the water. Past arches sagging with age, past bridges worn thin by footsteps that stopped counting centuries ago.
Here, Venice drops its mask. No crowds, no noise — just the echo of the oar, the sigh of the water, the sense that if you stayed perfectly still, the past might reach out and touch you.
Later, with free time near St. Mark’s, the night opens up — a different Venice again, one you can wander as a dreamer or a king.
93 EUR
Venice's Secrets and St. Mark's Square
Venice's Secrets and St. Mark's Square
The City Behind the Mask
Venice was built to be hidden. A maze of alleys, bridges, and canals designed not just to enchant — but to protect. It still guards its secrets well.
This walk, guided by a Venetian local, begins where the crowds don’t go. You’ll step into quiet backstreets, across stone bridges barely wide enough for two. You’ll see how the old city functioned — and how it still does. From private wells in forgotten courtyards to homes where generations have lived without roads, Venice reveals itself slowly, in details.
You’ll learn how residents move, work, and adapt in this improbable place. Where post arrives by boat. Where high tide still dictates the rhythm of the day. Where ancient systems meet daily life.
The walk ends where Venice shows its full face: St. Mark’s Square. After the stillness, its grandeur feels earned — and different. You’ve seen the city behind the mask.
50 EUR
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