I wish I had one, but until that dream comes true (yeah, right), this lovely book (A small place in Italy by Eric Newby) will do. I bought it many years ago, on a whim, and I've read it several times. I think you should read it too.
Here's the synopsis from amazon.co.uk:
In 1967, Eric Newby and his wife Wanda acquired "I Castagni" (The Chestnuts), a small and ruined farmhouse in the foothills of the Apuan Alps on the borders of Liguria and northern Tuscany. They were the first foreigners to live in the area, and for 25 years, they remained the only ones. This book recounts the Newbys' life in their house in a forgotten era. It describes how they pulled the house back from the brink of collapse, their enduring friendship with the neighbouring contadini, who welcomed them - whether eating, drinking, harvesting grapes and olives, or hunting for fungus and wild asparagus - from the moment they arrived.