Features

+ Private terraces and garden views

+ Outdoor pool

+ Picnics among vines or lakeside

+ Mia’s farm-to-table cooking

+ Tavolata nights under the stars

Rooms

+ 6 farm suites

Interior Design

+ Studio Ruralurban

Corte Pravecchio

A farm hotel near Lake Garda – six suites and a garden, blending the South Tyrolean way of life with Nordic-clean design into a peaceful escape from the everyday.

Corte Pravecchio 9, 37067 Valeggio sul Mincio, Italy
Calm, still
full of life
Features

+ Private terraces and garden views

+ Outdoor pool

+ Picnics among vines or lakeside

+ Mia’s farm-to-table cooking

+ Tavolata nights under the stars

Rooms

+ 6 farm suites

Interior Design

+ Studio Ruralurban

Small worlds unfold in the garden: Barrique, the young dog, snapping at flies and standing guard over the daisies. Tatta rattling over the gravel to the henhouse and back with fresh-laid eggs and a fist of herbs for Mia’s kitchen.

Take a seat. Stay longer than intended.
Old farmhouse bones, holding everything together.

Corte Pravecchio

The farm on the table

 

Mia knows her craft. Breakfast arrives as a small artwork – plate after small plate, all finesse, nothing overdone. Jams cooked at home, a little different each morning.

Corte Pravecchio feels like paradise. Or is it? Farmhouse walls, the kitchen door half open, that quiet clatter and a scent that keeps pulling you closer.

Clean lines meeting old stone. And getting along brilliantly.
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Good hosts make all the difference. And here, they do.
Estate wine: tested properly, approved instantly.
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Tatta to the henhouse and back, blue apron mandatory.

Valeggio sul Mincio
Lake Garda

In the farm suites – dreamed up by the interior designers of  Ruralurban – you sleep indecently well. Hemp bricks, linen and oak. It all adds up. Breakfast is barefoot territory: fresh eggs, Mia’s small plates, a table under the pergola, and this magical garden.

Hemp bricks, oak, linen, soft light. Nothing more, nothing less.

Corte Pravecchio

Lose yourself

 

Today we stay where we are, because this feels exactly right: wooden table, pergola shade, air you can taste. Maybe a dip in the pool, if we go wild.

Ivan moves through with the estate wine. Evening gathers as the tavolata begins to hum. The charcoal grill draws a fine line through the air and conversation slides easily from one table to the next. We’re the last to leave the early summer night. Fireflies lift from the vines. We look at one another and think the same thing: when do we come back?

Ivan moves through with the estate wine. Evening gathers as the tavolata begins to hum. The charcoal grill draws a fine line through the air and conversation slides easily from one table to the next.