Tuscany. Provence. Topanga. Sunlight streams through towering trees, flooding you with a sense of health and well-being. Feasts go long into the golden afternoon, the hand-hewn tables on the vast bridge over a lilting creek, are laden with bounty. Chianti glasses clink. Retreat for a romantic tête-à-tête on the private deck of the enchanted dome near the creek, to dream under the star-filled skylight. Become willfully lost on the tranquil, landscaped paths. With its rises and falls, the land is much larger than the straight lines of a map could ever impart. Time slows. Besotted bees tumble through heady Jasmine and lavender. Hide away in the treehouse-like main cottage, its 2 bedrooms enwrapped in windows, with water tumbling over boulders in the creek, below. Traipse through the herb garden’s fragrant rosemary, to the bright studio. Celebrations and ceremonies happen in the large woodland clearing. Horses in the 2-stall corral yearn for the nearby park. All is well. Life is good.