Two people sit at an outdoor dining table set for dinner at an Umbria Agriturismo with a hill town of Italy beyond.

An Umbria Agriturismo in the Green Heart of Italy


Special hotels - Antica Olivaia

A magical setting in the Italian hills, away from the crowds of Tuscany (Umbria map included)

High in the hills of central Italy, pretty stone villas dot a landscape of olive trees and grapevines. These “Umbria Agriturismo” are centuries-old farms which also welcome guests, ideal for tourists who want a more intimate experience of Italy’s delicious food culture. 


Umbria Agritursmo & What to See

History of the Agriturismo in Umbria

“Agriturismo” comes from the Italian words for agriculture and tourism, and the combining of the two. As we drove up through the green hills I admired villas that appeared to have been beautifully cared for. This was not always the case. Many of these properties were abandoned in the 1950s and 1960s when small-scale farming became difficult and people moved to cities for work. 

With an increase in tourism in the 1970s, the Italian government made “agriturismo” an official designation, and provided incentives for Italians to return to the countryside, to farming, and to restore the abandoned properties. The designation also enabled owners to supplement their income by hosting tourists. 

We had been to Italy previously but this was our first visit to Umbria. I had booked a stay at a small Umbria Agriturismo called Antica Olivaia, a 17th-century farmhouse which was  carefully restored by its owners, Marco and Daniela. Antica Olivaia (which translates as ancient olive grove) has approximately 700 olive trees spread out over four hectares, many of them more than a century old.

Tiny olives growing on an olive branch at Antica Olivaia Agriturismo
Tiny olives growing on an olive branch at Agriturismo Antica Olivaia

Antica Olivaia is located at the intersection of three of Italy’s most beautiful regions, Lazio, Tuscany, and Umbria. Umbria is known as the green heart of Italy because of its beautiful green hills; it is more forested than nearby Tuscany. I loved Tuscany, and we did consider returning, but Tuscany is more crowded and typically more expensive.  Plus, we wanted to try somewhere new. 

On our first morning at Antica Olivaia, we ventured out to see the olive grove, accompanied by Miles, the resident dog. The olives were tiny and hard, little pebble-like clusters. It was June – they wouldn’t be harvested until late October and then cold-pressed nearby. The resulting extra virgin olive oil is considered among the best in the area and is produced entirely without pesticides.

The benefit of staying at an agriturismo is the chance to sample what is grown on the farm, so I was looking forward to tasting the oil that evening at dinner.

Under the Umbrian Sun - A Villa Beckons

An abandoned villa with a beautiful view of the Umbrian hills
Under Italy's spell: dreaming of buying and restoring this villa in Umbria

That afternoon, we walked down the hill from the villa admiring the medieval towns in the distance. We came across a villa which sat quietly among the trees. It was immediately clear that no one lived here.  The windows were boarded up and the mossy roof sagged; a low building next to the farmhouse was covered in vines and beginning to crumble. And the view out over the Umbrian hills was sublime. 

We walked around the buildings wondering when anyone was last here. I also wondered if it was for sale – there was no sign. “We should buy this villa, and restore it,” I said. I think I just wanted to hear myself say something so obviously outrageous and yet… I was already imagining what it could become: Where I would enjoy my morning coffee, gazing out over the hills, where I would write, where we would eat lunch with a glass of Sangiovese. My husband, Sean, laughed in a way that suggested maybe the idea  wasn’t entirely outrageous. Was he was sharing my fantastical moment? That would be unusual, he is the practical one.

Maybe we should buy this villa, and restore it

We live and work in the U.S. where our children are at school. And we don’t speak Italian. Yet we gazed longingly at the decaying villa in some sort of a “La Dolce Vita” trance. I have found that Umbria, all of Italy really, is like that. It casts a spell on you, so that practical concerns are set aside. Like when a jug of house wine is set before you at lunch. It’s Italy – of course we drink wine with lunch, something we would rarely do anywhere else. We stood a while enjoying the view over green hills crowned with medieval towns, and little agriturismi dotted among them. Sean and I exchanged a glance and laughed; we were sharing this idea of buying a crumbling villa – the restoration of which would surely mean considerable wine drinking. 

Dinner al Fresco

Daniela prepares the dining table for dinner al fresco at Antica Olivaia, Umbria Agriturismo
Daniela prepares the dining table for dinner al fresco, at Antica Olivaia, Umbria Agriturismo

Dinner is served al fresco (in the open air) at Antica Olivaia, with all the guests together at one long table. Daniela set the table as Marco finished preparing dinner. They discovered the Antica after a year-long search for a property. It was partly restored but needed work; they tell us that it was the view that sold them. They gave up their jobs in Rome and moved to Umbria. 

Antica Olivaia has six guest rooms and there was one other family staying on our first night. We gathered to enjoy a glass of Orvieto Classico before dinner. The sun sank into the Umbrian hills, its golden light shining down the long wood table. Marco had set out bowls of olive oil. Green-gold puddles shimmered with the reflection of the setting sun, and awaited crusty bread. The children ran around the garden with Miles as we drank the wine. The bread arrived and we called them to join us.

Olive Oil Tasting at our Umbria Agriturismo

I dipped a chunk of bread into the oil and popped the whole thing into my mouth. The flavour was incredible: slightly peppery but somehow light as well. It did not have the bitter aftertaste that some oils haveMarco explained that the flavour can change, depending on the harvest. It was the most delicious olive oil I have tasted and I asked him about purchasing some. He shook his head a little and said he would check if he had enough left to sell. It didn’t sound promising.  

Dinner was a fixed four-course meal of regional specialties served with more wine: Orvieto Classico and Sangiovese. We were told that nothing we were eating had traveled more than one kilometer to reach our plates. It is another benefit of staying at an Umbria Agriturismo – the food is outstanding and typically less expensive than at restaurants in Italy. 

Local specialties in this region include Ombrichelli a thick spaghetti-like pasta, made with flour and water. It was cooked to a perfect point, where tender meets al dente, and served with local black truffles, porcini mushrooms, and salty pecorino.

Over dinner, we shared stories of our travels with the other family visiting from California.  We spoke of our love for Italy and the places we had seen, on this trip and others. I didn’t mention “our villa”, but was still thinking about it that evening.

The resident dog relaxes in the shade at Agriturismo Antica Olivaia

Accommodation at an Umbria Agriturismo

Agriturismi (yes, that’s the plural) can vary greatly in style and amenities. They can be very rustic and simple, such as a true farmhouse that will rent out a room. Or they can be luxurious villas and come with the amenities you would find at a fancy resort. Antica Olivaia was the perfect compromise between the two. 

The house which dates to the 1600s had retained its charm through several restorations: it has beautiful tile floors and striking wood beams from the original farmhouse. The guest rooms were simple but very comfortable, and we appreciated that they did not have televisions.

It is nicely set up for families with children, or groups. There are two rooms that can accommodate groups of four, with a double and twins. Another two rooms can sleep three people. 

We had a pretty balcony off of our room on the second floor. I went out to set my swimsuit to dry and glanced to the west, looking for our villa. I couldn’t quite see it, it was hidden by the trees. But I imagined it must look especially pretty in the late-day su

A balcony with a view of the Umbrian hills, at Antica Olivaia Agriturismo
A balcony with a view of the Umbrian hills, at Agriturismo Antica Olivaia

Breakfast was served al fresco and brought the chance to try a specialty bread called Lumachelle, which resembles a snail and is made in the nearby town of Orvieto. Fruit and yogurt, tea, and coffee are also served, and Marco makes espresso or cappuccinos upon request. 

Antica Olivaia’s swimming pool was a highlight for all of us. We had just come from Rome where the days were scorching hot. On one side the pool was bordered by enormous lavender bushes, alive with more honeybees than I had ever seen. I positioned myself so I could watch our boys play “water frisbee” and enjoyed the view of the hills and Orvieto, the hill town which we planned to visit later that day.

The swimming pool at Antica Olivaia with views of the Umbrian hills and the town of Orvieto

Hill Towns of Umbria

Several of Umbria’s most beautiful hill towns are within easy reach of Antica Olivaia including Civita di Bagnoregio, Bolsena, Todi and Città della Pieve. A little further afield are Perugia, the Umbrian capital, Spoleto, and Assisi. 

Orvieto is the closest town, and is known for its stunning cathedral. We decided to explore the city and stay for dinner because Marco was taking the evening off from cooking. (They typically serve dinner four nights a week.) 

The stunning facade of the Duomo di Orvieto
The stunning facade of the Duomo di Orvieto


Orvieto is a medieval walled city, like many in Italy and is best known for its beautiful gothic cathedral, Duomo di Orvieto, one of the jewels of the region.

It was even more stunning than the photos I had seen. Even the kids were impressed by the colourful facade; that was saying something after all the churches we had already seen. We explored more of the city, wandering its narrow winding streets and open piazzas. What is unique here is what we couldn’t see: underneath the cobblestones was a sprawling and hidden network of Etruscan-era caves, wells, and tunnels.

We enjoyed dinner at a place Daniela had recommended. It was a beautiful restaurant and the white tablecloths felt rather fancy after our al fresco evenings in the garden at Antica. We all tried dishes we had never heard of and the food was exceptional. 

Orvieto at night can be disorienting. It's a good idea to have a map
Orvieto at night can be disorienting. It's a good idea to have a map

In late June, we had just missed the goose festival held in Orvieto. Festivals, mostly related to food, are ongoing throughout the year at various Umbrian hill towns. 

The only glitch in Orvieto occurred when we managed to get lost in the winding streets, which looked different after dark. Sean and I told the boys about the time we spent hours trying to find our car in the Tuscan city of Arezzo, because we knew we had parked just outside of the medieval entrance gate… except there are many medieval entrance gates into the city, and they all look alike. 

My son Charles took up the challenge; he consulted the map we had with us and managed to figure out how to exit the maze of streets and return to our car.

The footbridge to the Umbrian town of Civita di Bagnoregio. No cars are permitted within the city
The erosion of the plateau under Civita di Bagnoregio is the reason it's known as "the dying city"

Civita di Bagnoregio

Our next destination was the intriguing hill town, Civita di Bagnoregio, known as “the dying city” due to the slow erosion of the plateau which it’s built upon. It is much smaller than Orvieto and apparently there are less than 20 full-time residents remaining. It is mostly a place for tourists and the people who work here depart at night. 

Like Orvieto, it was founded by the Etruscans around 2500 years ago. It once had multiple gates, but now a single long footbridge is the only way in or out. 

No cars are permitted; you must park outside of the city and then cross by moped or on foot, as we did. We were told you can also ride a donkey however they must have had the day off because we didn’t see any. There are donkey races which take place here a couple of times each year.

On the way to the footbridge in Civita di Bagnoregio
Crossing the footbridge to Civita di Bagnoregio

There is lots to explore near Antica Olivaia; even the local grocery store felt like an adventure when we stopped in to buy food for a picnic lunch. 

Nearby Lake Bolsena is the largest volcanic lake in Europe and is known for wonderful swimming and sandy beaches, so we suggested it to the boys, for our last afternoon in Umbria. But a lake swim was not enough of a draw and they asked to stay at Antica instead. (We are from Ontario, Canada so they have lots of chances to swim in lakes.) I was secretly thrilled to parked myself poolside on our last day. The boys swam and played, while Sean and I enjoyed cold Orvieto Classico, a last hurrah of Italian vino.

A boy plays frisbee at the swimming pool at the Umbria Agriturismo, Antica Olivaia
Nate plays frisbee and cools off at the pool at Agriturismo Antica Olivaia

The next morning, Miles the dog joined Daniela and Marco when they came to say goodbye. We thanked them for a truly magical stay, evicted a cat who had jumped into our car and pulled onto the narrow road. I was still under Italy’s spell, so felt wistful as we drove past the abandoned villa. We were leaving Italy that afternoon; owning a Umbria Agriturismo of our own was a dream that would have to wait.   

I shifted my tote bag between my feet and smiled; a liter of Marco’s olive oil was carefully packaged inside. We would carry it along on our final few days in Europe, which would take us to visit friends in Geneva. It was a small price to pay. Once home, a taste of the Umbria Agriturismo olive oil would bring us back to dinner al fresco and a view over the Umbrian Hills, just up the road from a villa waiting for the right visitors to fall under the spell of La Dolce Vita.

Umbria Vacation Tips

How to Get to Umbria

Umbria is in central Italy, and the Umbrian capital of Perugia is about 170 kilometers from Rome. You will need a car to explore Umbria and can either rent one in Rome, or pick up a car in Umbria, as we did. 

From the Rome Termini Train Station, it is a 1.5-hour trip to Orvieto. We rented from Hertz, the only car rental available near the train station. Note that manual transmission cars are more common in Europe, so if you want an automatic car, specify your preference when you reserve, and call ahead to make sure you are getting what you’ve requested. Smaller rental places such as Orvieto don’t always have them. 

Finding an Umbria Agriturismo

I highly recommend Antica Olivaia. With only six rooms it would be great fun to rent the entire place with other families, or a group of friends. And it is very affordable compared to other places we have stayed in Italy. 

If you are planning a trip to another part of Italy, you can find listings of Agriturismi in every region at the website Agriturismo Italy.

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