At Forte Village, Forte Village Resort, or, go past the entrance arch that welcomes you. You are a half hour drive from Cagliari, 39 km from the regional capital of Sardinia, half way between Pula and Teulada. The calendar marks the 25th of April, which celebrates the liberation of Italy from fascism. The climate is good, warm sun, light and air. We are on a Friday, so too will the weather be tomorrow and Sunday. Stay at the Village promises under the sign of good wishes.
the driveway leading to the reception waiting for you in a parade of a dozen brand-new car models to delight lovers of luxury sports cars. Elegant, streamlined, shiny aluminum and leather smell, would require to sing a reviving D'Annunzio. Not up to such beauty, I bow respectfully and hasty step further. Then I come to know that the famous car manufacturer has agreed with the direction of the village two months of sponsorship of events hosted. In return, anyone can experience the participants as desired, without cost or obligation, the thrill of driving cars so portentous. When you say: let us help each other and improve each business!
Sold out this short commercial and para introductory note, let us now describe the features of the site that hosts us. Meanwhile, and above all, to leap to the eyes is a unique Mediterranean-tropical nature. This is not only hotel and resort: This is a forest, a forest, an oasis Mediterranean, an exuberant flora and nursery stock, in which walking, perfectly camouflaged and, come across a considerable variety of elegant buildings.
The Forte Village is therefore first and foremost, a cornucopia of trees and flowers of all kinds. To be more precise, within the 25 acres on which the village extends more than 60,000 live plants treated by 80 gardeners. It feels literally within an embrace of green scent. Who built the structures for receiving the Village seems to have accepted, in the realization of buildings, the challenge of an excellent nature.
The history of the village is gone, necessary in summary, as well. Born at the beginning of Seventies thanks to a group of entrepreneurs Sardinian (Saia, a subsidiary of Bastogi), and detected by Charles Forte, the Italian who emigrated to London Ciociaria, were built to start the first two floors of the four current Castle Hotel. Then, in just the years, the firm and loving hand of the owner, in the meantime become among the world's first luxury hotel in tourism, has developed the initial settlement adding pieces and parts, villages and hamlets, to the size current. If you need some essential figure, inside the boundary of the 25-acre Village now consists of seven hotels, 4 and 5 star hotels and 700 rooms and 20 suites, 14 restaurants and 21 bars, tennis courts and a 11campi golf, 10 swimming pools, a regular football field, a perfectly equipped fitness room, a thalassotherapy center, with 6 tanks of seawater at different temperatures. It 'also a conference center equipped with 18 rooms of all sizes and capacities.
To complete the picture, you need some other figures. The maximum receptivity during the high season (July and August) is 1,800 persons for a total of 250,000 customers a year. Prices range from HB in low season to € 400, up to 800/1200 in the high season. A person. But a suite costs between 10,000 and 15,000 € per week. And the luxury suites, Royal Suite or (the one where they stayed as soccer star David Beckham and Ronaldo) costs 7000 € per night. (Ohibò, issue of 180 square meters surrounded by walkable terraces with private swimming pool attached!).
But back for a moment to Charles Forte, a native of Ciociaria and made Lord of the Queen of England for special merits. The property of the Village was at one point subtracted from the ascent of an international investment funds, Granada, and is then repeatedly passed from hand to hand until last year, she returned to the Italian ones Fimit Capitalia and data management in the group Marcegaglia, a family of Emma current president of Confindustria. The case has it that last year Charles Forte's gone to the ripe old age of 98 years. When we say that a cycle draws to completion ...
The present value of the Village? There is talk of 300 million euro. To run it undertook, during the high season, 900 people to various tasks: the receipt administration, procurement, food preparation in the kitchen of their imbandigione at the table, from cleaning to maintain the efficiency of all parts of this natural oasis, this Mediterranean-tropical garden, this powerful machine, yet discreet, lightweight, serving the welfare of those who choose to entrust to his care.
To coordinate, monitor and supervise the whole, more than 14 years, there Lorenzo Giannuzzi, the Director-General two years ago awarded an honorary degree from the Academy of Russian international tourism. But, for that matter, is the ninth year that the Forte Village is awarded the first prize of the best hotels in the world. To better characterize the quality of the director is necessary to recall its decision to award each year a book writer with a check for € 5000 and bought a thousand copies and distributed to the guests. Which, in these times of low readings, and many papers and television thrones, not bad. Last year he was awarded the Sicilian Pierangelo Buttafuoco, last year the Sardinian Milena Agus.
Walking paths and avenues - strictly on foot or by bike - looking through sports facilities and playgrounds, patrolling corners, crevices and small squares, pools and beaches, what is striking is the order, cleanliness, decor. Without mentioning here that extreme situations such as waste from Campania, merely points out the normal degradation and neglect of our cities, we experience what the Village is the exact opposite. The image of cleanliness and efficiency of the whole look even manic - as well as, on the other hand, the furnishing of the interior. It does not take genius to grasp immediately the effect of the hand of people who would say love your work. Everything there is designed and resolved to make the guests feel at home: plenty of space, well chosen colors, functional furnishings and tasteful. Here there is no sign of avarice or vulgarity, or needless pomp of stinginess. The good life, good living, the well will be chasing each other and reinforce each other. Workers to various tasks encountered during the day are dressed appropriately, greet and smile without interrupting what they're doing. The message they convey is that they do him right: which, to be in a place where people who work at the service of wealthy people here to relax and have fun, sounds a little 'miraculous.
You say that my description may sound spoiled by an excess of enthusiasm? It depends on the type of experience that this place has given me three days. You turn on a grid of streets and alleys - by bicycle, which is in itself pleasant - amid the cornucopia of green that I mentioned. Suddenly emerge in a clearing cheered by a small lake on which struts a group of pink flamingos. You look a bit quieter with the eye 'of those who sneak in life he saw something else. And you, away by bike, you can not carry around a shadow of unease. Who is there temporary and ephemeral, others solid and natural character?
want proof of quality and health status enjoyed by the Village? Watch as they move inside, expressing what the guests children. The town houses are closed, traffic chaos and noise, the stench of pollution. Here roam free between sports fields and playgrounds, swimming pools to suit them and clean beaches. There are no cars on the road, workers move to the various services on small electric cars quiet and relatively slow, the greatest danger may come from those who jog or bicycle moves. Children are grouped by their account, calm and excited for the free space, content and relaxed. Village quickly to regain their health that is congenial. And we discover how the adult children are in themselves, in their very different way, all beautiful, and what lifestyle they are forced instead to town makes them dull and ugly. A watch for a while ', you want to mix with their anonymous and unarmed, the hobnail boots left outside the door, and even a bit forgetful' purer. Of course, it would be great if all children of the world enjoyed a similar situation. Be able to see the Village actually helps you understand how much common in normal children will be gone.
And now is the case, after infancy, even to break a lance in favor of early youth. And 'that happened in the days of hospitality enjoyed at the Village, to look after her during meals was a group of young di una scuola alberghiera di Brescia prestati per un mese di stage al Forte. E’ successo che tra di loro – tutti di un livello di efficienza, serietà e professionalità irreprensibili - ce ne fossero alcuni particolarmente dotati in immagine e stile nello svolgimento del servizio. A me è venuto da pensare a certe descrizioni che al proposito si leggono nei romanzi di Thomas Mann e Robert Musil, o in certi film - uno in particolare, La vecchia signora di Ermanno Olmi. E non vi scandalizzate se all’improvviso mi è passata per la testa l’idea che a meritare di essere serviti fossero più loro che alcuni tra i commensali: per evidenti ragioni di eleganza e grazia - per classe, oserei perfino dire. Poi, la sera, sul tardi, nelle vicinity of where bowling is played with a group of friends, I happened to find that next door to play football on a pitch right there were the boys in the hotel school. The unimpeachable professional and archangels of the day had turned into devils committed to beating the ball hard, but with an anger that make sense what it means in terms of sacrifice and constraint, the job of serving people at the table much more fortunate and rich you.
In my repeated, happy but a little 'childish regressive wanderings in bike paths and lanes, at one point I accidentally pushed a side passage that made me break into a courtyard at the rear of a building seemed to have no obvious function. It could be a deposit, a dormitory for the staff, a warehouse. In the corners were piled bags and boxes, parked on the sides of several small electric cars that run continuously in the paths of the Village as cockroaches in the plumbing or blood in the arteries. In the center of the courtyard, a group of people, men and women, bivouacked without liveries or uniforms, completely devoid of tension and urges them smiling her normally. Who hung, who smoked, no one uttered a word. Stagnated in the air suspended a sense of despair and abandonment, as the pending review of an inexorable loss.
I felt removed from the magic circle, suddenly passed over the mirror. It took me a feeling of alarm in the throat as a child whose favorite tune is interrupted, removed from the toy. I recoil with his throat burnt, spoiled the head of someone who has unwittingly done something improper.
I dived in the usual flow, including pictures of happy faces and bright green trees, surrounded by waves of bright colors and deep flavors. But I came in uncontrollable head questions in streams. This Village is, in essence, even a splendid theatrical setting where it is staging a play? It is clever and sophisticated sleight of hand? In its striving for harmonious perfection tank, in an attempt to create a small, fictitious ideal world, you do not want to actually remove from view the presence of disorder, do not break any sign of conflict, corruption and decay? This
Village, beyond the concrete dimension of well-organized holiday, is also the materialization of a world outside the world, the dream of an untouched and unspoiled paradise primitive. For the rich who can afford it has created a piece of protection and shelter, a paradise where, by paying the appropriate price, honey and milk flow of happiness on command. Out there flapping ghosts and phantoms, bursting screams of rage and violence, exploding bombs and ambush. Out there blood flow and starving, helpless and miserable land in droves, teeming multitudes of the damned in transhumance, the air is acrid stench of corpses. Here the tables of restaurants crammed with delicacies artistically molded waterfalls, the bathrooms of the suites are as large as the space in other parts of the world where whole families are sleeping. It should be that the children of Gaza, or any of the thousands of slums in the world could discover and appreciate the subtleties of this wealthy nirvana sumptuous. Contact
of many delights and precious, come to mind the final words of the recent book by Giorgio Ruffolo, where the modern world is pictured as an apartment with two rooms in is wasted and the other is a crack.
living things, real things, have ups and downs, light and shadow, solids and voids. The skins are smooth scars to report bruises and wounds. To be staged here is among the most advanced states of earthly happiness. Everything seems to be unlimited and unrestricted gift, the scene has been meticulously expunged the very idea of \u200b\u200bstress, fatigue. Here is all down, nothing is rejected, every wish is fulfilled promptly. You do not feel bad smells, the looks are full of good feelings. It 's a heady experience for the suspension of the narrow confines of the rules narrow, of insurmountable obstacles.
Then, alla fine, prima dell’uscita e del ritorno alla realtà, si passa dal varco dove, forniti di carta di credito, si è rigorosamente attesi. Mentre si appone in calce la propria firma, si fa il pieno finale di complimenti e sorrisi. E, saliti sul pulman che porta all’aeroporto, dopo qualche chilometro si attraversa la selva irta di ferraglie, di torri fiammeggianti e di panciute cisterne del deposito carburanti della Saras di Moratti. Tutto è tornato ferruginoso e livido, massiccio e minaccioso.
Usciti dal mondo bucolico e sublime del Villaggio, si è tornati in quello vero dove si agitano intrecciati i simulacri della vita vera, e l’altrettanto reale presentimento di distruzione, inquinamento e morte.
the driveway leading to the reception waiting for you in a parade of a dozen brand-new car models to delight lovers of luxury sports cars. Elegant, streamlined, shiny aluminum and leather smell, would require to sing a reviving D'Annunzio. Not up to such beauty, I bow respectfully and hasty step further. Then I come to know that the famous car manufacturer has agreed with the direction of the village two months of sponsorship of events hosted. In return, anyone can experience the participants as desired, without cost or obligation, the thrill of driving cars so portentous. When you say: let us help each other and improve each business!
Sold out this short commercial and para introductory note, let us now describe the features of the site that hosts us. Meanwhile, and above all, to leap to the eyes is a unique Mediterranean-tropical nature. This is not only hotel and resort: This is a forest, a forest, an oasis Mediterranean, an exuberant flora and nursery stock, in which walking, perfectly camouflaged and, come across a considerable variety of elegant buildings.
The Forte Village is therefore first and foremost, a cornucopia of trees and flowers of all kinds. To be more precise, within the 25 acres on which the village extends more than 60,000 live plants treated by 80 gardeners. It feels literally within an embrace of green scent. Who built the structures for receiving the Village seems to have accepted, in the realization of buildings, the challenge of an excellent nature.
The history of the village is gone, necessary in summary, as well. Born at the beginning of Seventies thanks to a group of entrepreneurs Sardinian (Saia, a subsidiary of Bastogi), and detected by Charles Forte, the Italian who emigrated to London Ciociaria, were built to start the first two floors of the four current Castle Hotel. Then, in just the years, the firm and loving hand of the owner, in the meantime become among the world's first luxury hotel in tourism, has developed the initial settlement adding pieces and parts, villages and hamlets, to the size current. If you need some essential figure, inside the boundary of the 25-acre Village now consists of seven hotels, 4 and 5 star hotels and 700 rooms and 20 suites, 14 restaurants and 21 bars, tennis courts and a 11campi golf, 10 swimming pools, a regular football field, a perfectly equipped fitness room, a thalassotherapy center, with 6 tanks of seawater at different temperatures. It 'also a conference center equipped with 18 rooms of all sizes and capacities.
To complete the picture, you need some other figures. The maximum receptivity during the high season (July and August) is 1,800 persons for a total of 250,000 customers a year. Prices range from HB in low season to € 400, up to 800/1200 in the high season. A person. But a suite costs between 10,000 and 15,000 € per week. And the luxury suites, Royal Suite or (the one where they stayed as soccer star David Beckham and Ronaldo) costs 7000 € per night. (Ohibò, issue of 180 square meters surrounded by walkable terraces with private swimming pool attached!).
But back for a moment to Charles Forte, a native of Ciociaria and made Lord of the Queen of England for special merits. The property of the Village was at one point subtracted from the ascent of an international investment funds, Granada, and is then repeatedly passed from hand to hand until last year, she returned to the Italian ones Fimit Capitalia and data management in the group Marcegaglia, a family of Emma current president of Confindustria. The case has it that last year Charles Forte's gone to the ripe old age of 98 years. When we say that a cycle draws to completion ...
The present value of the Village? There is talk of 300 million euro. To run it undertook, during the high season, 900 people to various tasks: the receipt administration, procurement, food preparation in the kitchen of their imbandigione at the table, from cleaning to maintain the efficiency of all parts of this natural oasis, this Mediterranean-tropical garden, this powerful machine, yet discreet, lightweight, serving the welfare of those who choose to entrust to his care.
To coordinate, monitor and supervise the whole, more than 14 years, there Lorenzo Giannuzzi, the Director-General two years ago awarded an honorary degree from the Academy of Russian international tourism. But, for that matter, is the ninth year that the Forte Village is awarded the first prize of the best hotels in the world. To better characterize the quality of the director is necessary to recall its decision to award each year a book writer with a check for € 5000 and bought a thousand copies and distributed to the guests. Which, in these times of low readings, and many papers and television thrones, not bad. Last year he was awarded the Sicilian Pierangelo Buttafuoco, last year the Sardinian Milena Agus.
Walking paths and avenues - strictly on foot or by bike - looking through sports facilities and playgrounds, patrolling corners, crevices and small squares, pools and beaches, what is striking is the order, cleanliness, decor. Without mentioning here that extreme situations such as waste from Campania, merely points out the normal degradation and neglect of our cities, we experience what the Village is the exact opposite. The image of cleanliness and efficiency of the whole look even manic - as well as, on the other hand, the furnishing of the interior. It does not take genius to grasp immediately the effect of the hand of people who would say love your work. Everything there is designed and resolved to make the guests feel at home: plenty of space, well chosen colors, functional furnishings and tasteful. Here there is no sign of avarice or vulgarity, or needless pomp of stinginess. The good life, good living, the well will be chasing each other and reinforce each other. Workers to various tasks encountered during the day are dressed appropriately, greet and smile without interrupting what they're doing. The message they convey is that they do him right: which, to be in a place where people who work at the service of wealthy people here to relax and have fun, sounds a little 'miraculous.
You say that my description may sound spoiled by an excess of enthusiasm? It depends on the type of experience that this place has given me three days. You turn on a grid of streets and alleys - by bicycle, which is in itself pleasant - amid the cornucopia of green that I mentioned. Suddenly emerge in a clearing cheered by a small lake on which struts a group of pink flamingos. You look a bit quieter with the eye 'of those who sneak in life he saw something else. And you, away by bike, you can not carry around a shadow of unease. Who is there temporary and ephemeral, others solid and natural character?
want proof of quality and health status enjoyed by the Village? Watch as they move inside, expressing what the guests children. The town houses are closed, traffic chaos and noise, the stench of pollution. Here roam free between sports fields and playgrounds, swimming pools to suit them and clean beaches. There are no cars on the road, workers move to the various services on small electric cars quiet and relatively slow, the greatest danger may come from those who jog or bicycle moves. Children are grouped by their account, calm and excited for the free space, content and relaxed. Village quickly to regain their health that is congenial. And we discover how the adult children are in themselves, in their very different way, all beautiful, and what lifestyle they are forced instead to town makes them dull and ugly. A watch for a while ', you want to mix with their anonymous and unarmed, the hobnail boots left outside the door, and even a bit forgetful' purer. Of course, it would be great if all children of the world enjoyed a similar situation. Be able to see the Village actually helps you understand how much common in normal children will be gone.
And now is the case, after infancy, even to break a lance in favor of early youth. And 'that happened in the days of hospitality enjoyed at the Village, to look after her during meals was a group of young di una scuola alberghiera di Brescia prestati per un mese di stage al Forte. E’ successo che tra di loro – tutti di un livello di efficienza, serietà e professionalità irreprensibili - ce ne fossero alcuni particolarmente dotati in immagine e stile nello svolgimento del servizio. A me è venuto da pensare a certe descrizioni che al proposito si leggono nei romanzi di Thomas Mann e Robert Musil, o in certi film - uno in particolare, La vecchia signora di Ermanno Olmi. E non vi scandalizzate se all’improvviso mi è passata per la testa l’idea che a meritare di essere serviti fossero più loro che alcuni tra i commensali: per evidenti ragioni di eleganza e grazia - per classe, oserei perfino dire. Poi, la sera, sul tardi, nelle vicinity of where bowling is played with a group of friends, I happened to find that next door to play football on a pitch right there were the boys in the hotel school. The unimpeachable professional and archangels of the day had turned into devils committed to beating the ball hard, but with an anger that make sense what it means in terms of sacrifice and constraint, the job of serving people at the table much more fortunate and rich you.
In my repeated, happy but a little 'childish regressive wanderings in bike paths and lanes, at one point I accidentally pushed a side passage that made me break into a courtyard at the rear of a building seemed to have no obvious function. It could be a deposit, a dormitory for the staff, a warehouse. In the corners were piled bags and boxes, parked on the sides of several small electric cars that run continuously in the paths of the Village as cockroaches in the plumbing or blood in the arteries. In the center of the courtyard, a group of people, men and women, bivouacked without liveries or uniforms, completely devoid of tension and urges them smiling her normally. Who hung, who smoked, no one uttered a word. Stagnated in the air suspended a sense of despair and abandonment, as the pending review of an inexorable loss.
I felt removed from the magic circle, suddenly passed over the mirror. It took me a feeling of alarm in the throat as a child whose favorite tune is interrupted, removed from the toy. I recoil with his throat burnt, spoiled the head of someone who has unwittingly done something improper.
I dived in the usual flow, including pictures of happy faces and bright green trees, surrounded by waves of bright colors and deep flavors. But I came in uncontrollable head questions in streams. This Village is, in essence, even a splendid theatrical setting where it is staging a play? It is clever and sophisticated sleight of hand? In its striving for harmonious perfection tank, in an attempt to create a small, fictitious ideal world, you do not want to actually remove from view the presence of disorder, do not break any sign of conflict, corruption and decay? This
Village, beyond the concrete dimension of well-organized holiday, is also the materialization of a world outside the world, the dream of an untouched and unspoiled paradise primitive. For the rich who can afford it has created a piece of protection and shelter, a paradise where, by paying the appropriate price, honey and milk flow of happiness on command. Out there flapping ghosts and phantoms, bursting screams of rage and violence, exploding bombs and ambush. Out there blood flow and starving, helpless and miserable land in droves, teeming multitudes of the damned in transhumance, the air is acrid stench of corpses. Here the tables of restaurants crammed with delicacies artistically molded waterfalls, the bathrooms of the suites are as large as the space in other parts of the world where whole families are sleeping. It should be that the children of Gaza, or any of the thousands of slums in the world could discover and appreciate the subtleties of this wealthy nirvana sumptuous. Contact
of many delights and precious, come to mind the final words of the recent book by Giorgio Ruffolo, where the modern world is pictured as an apartment with two rooms in is wasted and the other is a crack.
living things, real things, have ups and downs, light and shadow, solids and voids. The skins are smooth scars to report bruises and wounds. To be staged here is among the most advanced states of earthly happiness. Everything seems to be unlimited and unrestricted gift, the scene has been meticulously expunged the very idea of \u200b\u200bstress, fatigue. Here is all down, nothing is rejected, every wish is fulfilled promptly. You do not feel bad smells, the looks are full of good feelings. It 's a heady experience for the suspension of the narrow confines of the rules narrow, of insurmountable obstacles.
Then, alla fine, prima dell’uscita e del ritorno alla realtà, si passa dal varco dove, forniti di carta di credito, si è rigorosamente attesi. Mentre si appone in calce la propria firma, si fa il pieno finale di complimenti e sorrisi. E, saliti sul pulman che porta all’aeroporto, dopo qualche chilometro si attraversa la selva irta di ferraglie, di torri fiammeggianti e di panciute cisterne del deposito carburanti della Saras di Moratti. Tutto è tornato ferruginoso e livido, massiccio e minaccioso.
Usciti dal mondo bucolico e sublime del Villaggio, si è tornati in quello vero dove si agitano intrecciati i simulacri della vita vera, e l’altrettanto reale presentimento di distruzione, inquinamento e morte.
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