The Coppi Rossi Agritourism

Spring is here! Finally, after the cold of February and last week “monsoons”, the sun is shining, air is mild and fragrance of flowers spreads everywhere: mimosas which survived the Women’s Day, broom, viburnum and almond trees.

This year we hosted about 40 forty hives that have left the pasture under the Monviso to come and spend the winter in Liguria. The continuing work of the small workers on the surrounding blooms – a particular favorite is the blue flower of borage – shows that in spite of man’s activities, our environment is healthy.

I wonder if the honey will remember the lavender or the salty sea air? Come and discover yourself, being our guests in a week end of spring.

Seeking ideas to spend Christmas Eve other than bright sun, warm temperature and good food? What about the characteristic Nativity Scenes here in Riviera?

You have to know that Nativity Scene is an important and still alive tradition.

Let’s start from the Dome of Porto Maurizio square, where in the Nativity Museum you’ll find the artistic Scene of the 18th century made by Maragliano, recently restored to its original splendor.

In every church, parishioners compete for setting up the most impressive Scene: in Oneglia, visit the animated Nativity Scene of Padri Minimi or the artistic one in the church of Borgo Peri, where, in its picturesque frame, every year Jesus’ birth is associated to different aspects of our culture.

We’re used to devote an afternoon of our Christmas holidays to tour Nativities in the villages of the valley: starting from the closest in Sant’Agata continuing to Torria in the Impero Valley or to Valloria and Tavole in the Prino Valley.

One specific characteristic of all these Nativities is they’re set inside our territory, in a hilly landscape with dry stone walls, olive trees and persimmon with orange fruits still hanging on, and the characters employed in traditional activities, often mechanically animated.

There is poetry in wandering the hills in the cold but clear days of the end of the year, along the narrow alleys (“caruggi”) of the villages saturated by the smell of olive wood burning in stoves, entering the ancient parish who live in these days of the wonder in children’s eyes at the beauty of light and color. We too return children for a moment: the magic of the Nativity.