Real estate Calabria: 23 properties and houses for sale

Property for sale - Splendid villa located in the Precoastal area with sea views of the Tyrrhenian Sea, along one of the most evocative stretches of the Italian peninsula known as the Costa degli Dei. It is in the outskirts of Vibo Valentia. The recently built property also includes a large sloping hillside area that overlooks a stretch of sea from east to west, offering a breathtaking panorama up to the Aeolian Islands, where at sunset the island of Stromboli stands out. The villa, though spread over two levels (raised ground floor and basement), benefits from the sloping terrain and enjoys views of the coast and access to the garden at ground level. On the raised ground floor, accessible from the outdoor area with ample parking, the left side houses the living area with a spacious living room, dining area and a kitchen with professional equipment in a modern style, and a study on the same floor but on the right side a large corridor that acts as a gallery with a sea view, serving the four wide bedrooms with exclusive bathrooms, one of which has a large walk-in closet. From the raised floor, the main staircase leads to an attic where there is a large room used as a guest bedroom with a bathroom. The entire described floor is built on a semicircular structure facing the Tyrrhenian coast, resembling a theater stage. Through two stairways and an elevator, one can reach the basement, where there are convivial and leisure spaces with a large indoor pool, sauna, gym, changing rooms and a kitchen, as well as a small dwelling for domestic staff. On the same floor there is a large garage and a storage room accessible also from the garden. The property is connected to the municipal utilities, but also has a well for drinking water and a power system with photovoltaic panels to achieve full energy independence. The systems are of the latest technological generation and, in terms of energy savings, they qualify for an A-class certificate.

Property for sale - I had been on vacation in Calabria for a few days, without too rigid plans. I had chosen a quiet area of the Ionian coast to slow down, read, breathe. One afternoon, as the sun slowly descended behind the hills, I found myself walking in the center of a small town near the beach. I don't even remember the name. But I remember that antique shop well. The window was a fascinating chaos of forgotten objects, and in the center, in a small box of faded blue velvet, there was her: a coral necklace, of a warm and bright red, like certain sunrises on the sea. I walked in almost without realizing it. The owner, a kind old man, told me that the necklace belonged to a young woman who lived in Siderno, many years ago. He couldn't tell me much more, but something about that object had already captured me. I bought it. Later, in the hotel, as I opened the box, I found a letter hidden under the velvet. It was fragile and yellowed, written in elegant handwriting. A man declared his love to a girl who lived in a villa in Siderno, describing a magical place: a fragrant citrus grove, a balcony overlooking silence, and a voice that sang thinking it would not be heard. Those words struck me so much that I decided, on impulse, to go to Siderno. The town was not far away, on the contrary: its position struck me immediately. It was very close to the sea, but it was enough to move a few roads to find yourself immersed in a green and hilly landscape. Perfect balance between coast and quiet. Walking through the streets of the historic center, I noticed an avenue bordered by palm trees. I stopped. At the end of the avenue, an ancient iron gate opened the gaze onto a three-storey villa. Each one different: one simple and severe, the other ornate, and the last... Elegant, with a small flowered balcony. "Each one as different as you sisters are, and the last one who brings your grace and looks out lonely like me to listen to your melodious voice." Those words were in the letter. I had no doubts: that was the house. A man was pruning the garden. A gardener. I approached, he saw me curious and invited me in. As we walked through the abandoned citrus trees and the paths invaded by vegetation, he told me the history of the villa. It belonged to a noble family, then it had remained empty for decades. Now it was for sale. "It needs a lot of work," he told me. "But the structure is solid, and the potential... It is immense and moreover the land is also buildable" He was right. The rooms, although dusty, retained original details: grit floors, frescoed ceilings, wrought iron railings. The garden was a forgotten treasure, with centuries-old trees and the scent of the sea a few steps away and those two semi-ruined buildings at the back of the villa, how many things could be done. I immediately thought of the possibilities: a boutique hotel, luxury apartments, a widespread resort, a place for creative retreats or weddings surrounded by greenery, with the beach less than a five-minute walk away. Siderno is strategic: convenient connections, growing tourism, mild climate all year round. As I went up to the third floor, I arrived in front of the balcony. I stopped. The wind barely moved the dusty curtains. I looked at the horizon and closed my eyes. I could almost hear that voice, faint, intoning a forgotten melody. Perhaps it was no coincidence that that necklace had reached me. And maybe this holiday wasn't just supposed to relax me...

Property for sale - Ssshh... I'm playing hide and seek! I am in a magical house in Francavilla Marittima, a small village among the hills that smell of olive trees and salty winds. Here the houses smell of ancient times. My favorite? The stone one, all renovated but with the soul of a fairytale house. Within a worn stone staircase, each step tells stories of those who climbed it before me. When I get up, I'm in a built-in kitchen that tastes like tomatoes in the sun and wood in the oven. There’S a niche in the wall, closed by a wooden door: I’m sure it’s hiding treasure...maybe ancient letters, maybe forgotten candy, as soon as I walk back I need to check it but now I need to hide...oooh where I go...over there in the living room. Above all exposed beams and a large stone fireplace that looks like the portal to an underground world. From the French window you exit onto a tiny balcony but full of sky. From there I see the roofs with tiles and the profile of the mountains in the distance. Strong breath: smells of resin and adventure. Then off you go, down the ladder! I go down to the ground floor. The floor is warm and rough terracotta under the bare feet. The walls are made of stone, cold as a river in shadow. Here there is a relaxation room with a second fireplace, lower and more welcoming. This is sure to be Santa's favourite, I might hide in there, but there'll be soot And then... My favourite niche: round, deep, perfect for disappearing but for me it's small, I'm leaving Poldo here my beloved stuffed animal, so I'll have an excuse to come back. I open a door, an all orange bath – it looks like a fox's den! It’s small, no window, but with a singing shower, here I decided, I’ll hide here...and wait. I hear Andrea walking around this living room and not thinking of looking in the bathroom. So, while he goes up the stairs I follow him without being seen, he looks for me in the living room, in the kitchen and in the bathroom and then he goes up again, and I go back. I take the wooden staircase upstairs. I like it, it's smooth in contact with my feet, I hope it doesn't creak and reveal my plan. At the top there is a terrace: I only see roofs, bent antennas and a few cats sleeping in the sun. I feel like I'm flying. The sleeping area is a marvel: the bathroom has two sinks and a built-in tub, large enough for a paper galleon to navigate! The ceiling is very high, with beams like the ribs of a good dinosaur. The light enters through a large velux, and in the morning it wakes you up with the sun in your face. There are two rooms: one is small and full of hiding places under the bed and behind the door. The other, the marriage, is huge! It has a balcony with a double exit, and a mezzanine that leads to a kind of secret room: I call it the pirate's hideout, but the adults say it's a walk-in closet. There’S another niche in the room, with an old window and door... I like to think that it opens at night and lets out stories. Three niches, three secret worlds. This house is full of magic, silences, creaks and places to hide. But ...Andrea saw me, now stop talking...it’s my turn to count! One... Two... Three...I'm coming!

Property for sale - Ssshh... I'm playing hide and seek! I am in a magical house in Francavilla Marittima, a small village among the hills that smell of olive trees and salty winds. Here the houses smell of ancient times. My favorite? The stone one, all renovated but with the soul of a fairytale house. Within a worn stone staircase, each step tells stories of those who climbed it before me. When I get up, I'm in a built-in kitchen that tastes like tomatoes in the sun and wood in the oven. There’S a niche in the wall, closed by a wooden door: I’m sure it’s hiding treasure...maybe ancient letters, maybe forgotten candy, as soon as I walk back I need to check it but now I need to hide...oooh where I go...over there in the living room. Above all exposed beams and a large stone fireplace that looks like the portal to an underground world. From the French window you exit onto a tiny balcony but full of sky. From there I see the roofs with tiles and the profile of the mountains in the distance. Strong breath: smells of resin and adventure. Then off you go, down the ladder! I go down to the ground floor. The floor is warm and rough terracotta under the bare feet. The walls are made of stone, cold as a river in shadow. Here there is a relaxation room with a second fireplace, lower and more welcoming. This is sure to be Santa's favourite, I might hide in there, but there'll be soot And then... My favourite niche: round, deep, perfect for disappearing but for me it's small, I'm leaving Poldo here my beloved stuffed animal, so I'll have an excuse to come back. I open a door, an all orange bath – it looks like a fox's den! It’s small, no window, but with a singing shower, here I decided, I’ll hide here...and wait. I hear Andrea walking around this living room and not thinking of looking in the bathroom. So, while he goes up the stairs I follow him without being seen, he looks for me in the living room, in the kitchen and in the bathroom and then he goes up again, and I go back. I take the wooden staircase upstairs. I like it, it's smooth in contact with my feet, I hope it doesn't creak and reveal my plan. At the top there is a terrace: I only see roofs, bent antennas and a few cats sleeping in the sun. I feel like I'm flying. The sleeping area is a marvel: the bathroom has two sinks and a built-in tub, large enough for a paper galleon to navigate! The ceiling is very high, with beams like the ribs of a good dinosaur. The light enters through a large velux, and in the morning it wakes you up with the sun in your face. There are two rooms: one is small and full of hiding places under the bed and behind the door. The other, the marriage, is huge! It has a balcony with a double exit, and a mezzanine that leads to a kind of secret room: I call it the pirate's hideout, but the adults say it's a walk-in closet. There’S another niche in the room, with an old window and door... I like to think that it opens at night and lets out stories. Three niches, three secret worlds. This house is full of magic, silences, creaks and places to hide. But ...Andrea saw me, now stop talking...it’s my turn to count! One... Two... Three...I'm coming!