When my mother Alma overlooked the balcony of the ground floor terrace of the villa, she was literally speechless at the sight of this incredible panorama before her. My father Giuseppe immediately understood the enormous potential.
And so it was that, in 1975, they both fell in love with Villa Malatesta.
Forty years of care, love, and work have turned this land into what it is today: a magical place to relax and get away from the stress of everyday life, enjoy the beautiful scenery, and enjoy fresh produce from the garden that this generous land offers.
I cannot calculate how many buckets of pine needles we have collected over many years; however, seeing the area grow from year to year into such lush vegetation has given us great satisfaction. I do not know how many steps we have climbed to collect the vegetables, but we have immensely enjoyed our sun-ripened tomatoes, tasty artichokes, and fragrant citrus – the rewards of all our efforts.
The villa was built in the ’60s by a famous Neapolitan engineer for his parents, whom were already in their later years and needing some comfort. He added the elevator, which was completely dug into the rock, starting at the ground floor of the house and which runs six floors. He built huge terraces that serve as a background to each of the three floors of the villa so that they could prepare sumptuous feasts and enjoy breathtaking views from every angle. He introduced the charm and warm colors of his land, Naples, choosing tiles from Vietri on the Amalfi Coast, which were hand-painted, for both external and internal paving including stairways, walkways, and in the living room, giving character to this house.
However, one flaw was the one small parking area, for which my father proposed a solution. First, he bought several small plots of land all around the original core. Second, he obtained permission to build a new large garage. Because the whole area consists of hard rock, it was necessary to block Aurelia Road, which connects San Remo to Bordighera, to allow workers to blast various mines and clear the area of debris. Notably, nothing was lost; all the stones were used to build the cliffs that are part of the complex’s swimming pool, the area for the citrus, and a new villa for guests. And so it became “Villa Le Rocce.”
All the stones were used to build the cliffs that are part of the complex’s swimming pool, the area for the citrus, and a new villa for guests. And so it became “Villa Le Rocce.”
The property grew bigger and bigger, allowing us to accommodate many of our friends. They took dips in the pool and enjoyed tasty pizza cooked in our wood oven beachfront. Many fond memories dot the 40 summers lived in this house: my first kiss in the shade of a pepper plant; the first strokes of swimming of my nieces; races between us sisters, who gathered blackberries; my daughter hidden behind a bunch of bananas; the bell sounding at lunchtime; wandering in the garden armed with scissors and a basket to collect fresh flowers; my mother in the kitchen preparing plum or strawberry jam; and especially evenings spent contemplating the moon reflected on the ocean.
At the end of the eighties, my mother met the famous painter Fernanda Palvarini in Brescia, known for her paintings of flowers. Mother invited her to spend a few days of rest at our home, and she was fascinated by it. Mrs. Palvarini was so impressed by the great variety of flowers found in the garden that, in 1990, she decided to immortalize them in a large picture that is still hanging in the villa.
We felt love and harmony all around us until the day my father became ill. This precipitated the decision to sell our beautiful, beloved property.
I manage the real estate activities of the family and know the untapped potential of this property. However, I also know its strengths and weaknesses. This is why I wanted to prepare a realistic rendering of the interior: to facilitate the imagination of a possible restructuring of the environments for all those who may be interested in it.