Davide Mitscheunig

The morning light catches the ancient olive groves differently here, casting long shadows across terraced hillsides that have remained unchanged for centuries. In a secluded masseria outside Ostuni, the "White City" of Puglia, an American couple sits on their limestone terrace, watching the Adriatic horizon shimmer in the distance. Their morning espresso steams in the crisp November air as they reflect on a decision that seemed audacious just two years ago: leaving behind their Manhattan

he afternoon sun casts a golden haze across the pastel-hued buildings of Portofino, their reflections dancing on the crystalline waters of the harbor. A gentle Mediterranean breeze carries the scent of lemon groves and salt air through narrow cobblestone streets while elegant yachts sway gently at their moorings. At a harborside café, conversations in multiple languages blend with the soft clink of aperitivo glasses, local residents mingling with international property owners who have discovered

The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the undulating hills, where rows of vines stretch toward the horizon in perfect...