From the Sicilian trasiri, itself from the Latin transire: to cross over.
e.g. You knock. I open the door and say: trasi.
Each has a character of its own. They all make the same promise: you’ll feel at home.
I’m the one who writes to you when you book, who’s there when you arrive, and who picks up when it’s nine at night and you can’t find the air-con remote. It happens. No problem at all.
There’s no reception desk. There’s a phone number, which is mine, and a single rule: my guests shouldn’t have to think about anything except enjoying Sicily.
I know these houses one by one: I furnished them, I lived in them, I look after them every day. But what you take home won’t just be the house. It’ll be how it made you feel.
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Come in and make yourself comfortable: you’re home
Every language has a special word for welcoming someone into your home. Not just “enter”, but something warmer. In English you say come on in. In Arabic, tafaddal. We Sicilians say trasi, and we say it with a smile, holding the door open with one hand and pointing you to the sofa with the other.
It comes from the Latin transire, to cross over. Because walking into a Sicilian home isn’t just going from outside to inside. You’re crossing a threshold. And nobody crosses it and comes back quite the same.
What it really means“She went above and beyond for us, even arranging some essential food items after our flight was delayed. Thank you Oriana!”
“So kind, a quiet presence, and she solved every problem in record time.”
“She even brought us a delicious homemade dessert towards the end of our stay, and made us feel right at home.”
“We had a chef come to the villa one evening which was amazing, all organised by Oriana!”
The people who’ve stayed here tell it better than I could.
I don’t sell packages. I suggest what I’d suggest to a friend. Tell me the kind of holiday you have in mind and leave the rest to me: cu piaciri, with pleasure.
A UNESCO World Heritage town, and Inspector Montalbano’s police station. Via Mormino Penna at sunset is a film set without the crew.
A mile of sandy beach, with the old Penna brickworks at the far end like a ruin from a novel.
Low rocks, crystal-clear water, and the spot where the people of Scicli go for a swim.
A little harbour where the fishermen sell their catch straight off the boat at dawn.
Two hundred and fifty steps up to San Giorgio, and chocolate made the same cold-worked way since the 1500s.
Seafront promenade, gelato shops, the marina. On summer nights, nobody here goes to bed.
The old town perched above the gorge, the Giardino Ibleo, and two Michelin stars within five hundred metres.
The capital of Sicilian baroque, in honey-coloured stone that seems to catch fire at sunset.
A nature reserve with flamingos on the lagoon, the old tuna fishery and Calamosche beach.
Three thousand years of history on an island the size of a neighbourhood, and the largest Greek theatre in Sicily.
The Valley of the Temples at sunset, with the great stone telamon lying among the columns.
Europe’s highest active volcano, and you can see it from miles away.
The ancient theatre with Etna behind it and the sea below. The most photographed view on the island.
Book through a big platform and you’re a number to them and a commission to me. Book here and you’re a name. What we save on fees comes back to you as care, flexibility and the best price, guaranteed.
You can reach me by phone, WhatsApp or email. You’ll get me, not an office.
Message meFrom 4pm, and check-out is by 10am. But if the calendar allows, I’m happy to be flexible: just ask, there’s usually a way.
30% when you book, 30% two months before you arrive, and the balance one month before. No surprises at the door.
At Villa Antica Aia, the Relax and Casale degli Ulivi, yes. At Casale Donna Costanza it depends: message me and we’ll see.
They’re open from May to October. Outside the season I can open them on request, for a supplement.
Yes, and sometimes it’s the right call. Villa Antica Aia and the Relax are right next door to each other: together they sleep thirty. Ideal for weddings and big family reunions.
Yes. We’re out in the countryside, on the S.P. 40. Parking is inside the property and in the shade. The nearest airport is Comiso, forty minutes away; Catania an hour and a quarter.
Halal, vegan, gluten-free, allergies: just tell me when you book. It’s no trouble, it’s my job.
Tell me when you’d like to come, how many of you there are and what kind of holiday you have in mind. I’ll reply myself, the same day and usually sooner.
