Monte Amiata.
Amiata is the mountain. The one we have always imagined. The one a child draws on a blank sheet of paper: a great big triangle, or maybe a cone, with green slopes that are more jagged at the top and gradually become gentle meadows as you descend.
With the sun shining on your back, the plain all around you and the heights at times covered in snow

It really is like that. Formerly a volcano, it is imposing and majestic in its splendid isolation against the harsh Maremman landscapes and the gentle hills of the Crete Senesi.

This is what you see from far off or with imaginative eyes, but its marvels increase when you go along its roads, visit its villages and walk along its paths.
Say a wish and concentrate on what you would like to meet.
The wood of your dreams, probably.
A great, never-ending forest of chestnut trees and, as you climb, beech trees with silver firs. A wood covering the whole mountain, broken up only by rivers and crystal-watered streams and pistes for winter skiing. Maybe you would like to meet roe and fallow deer and watch the wolves safe out of reach.

Or maybe your soul is imbued in history, with passionate tales of struggles for power against a background of medieval villages with castles and fortresses and the celebrated feats of wandering knights.

Maybe you are just thinking of peace and quiet, total relaxation and walks, which, as well as getting you into shape, will also favour your appetite. Satisfying it is heavenly. The wine, oil, mushrooms, chestnuts, strawberries, raspberries, mountain honey, in short, the typical products of this landscape are of a quality and authenticity difficult to beat.

If these are your wishes, you can stop dreaming. They are all here within reach, in this mountain of special and rare experiences, of exceptional simplicity and nature.