Hospitality culture
Main ingredient: Love
The hosts and hoteliers of the holiday region - full of flavor - are happy to make use of the culinary wealth that opens before their doors. And they season it with the only ingredient that cannot be bought: love! For the products, the old recipes, their land and for the people who come to visit them.
The day is still young and gentle cool when Maria, the good soul of the Turmwirt in Gufidaun, is already standing in the beds of the neighboring farm and picking herbs and vegetables for the upcoming day. "It really is a lot of work, it would be easier to buy everything at the market," says the young woman as she puts everything in her wheelbarrow and smiles. "But you can feel the difference." And that's what counts. Because the Turmwirt is not only a fine restaurant where tourists are happy and satisfied after a traditional yet creatively interpreted and tasty South Tyrolean meal, but the entire village gathers here. "At lunch, after mass, we go to the Turmwirt, that's obvious," explains a local man. "And in the evening we go to the bar for a nightcap." There is something enchanting about the atmosphere outside, in front of the high stone wall of Summersberg Castle. "And, the neighbor raises sheep," Maria says, pointing to three piles of wool in the pasture, "I don't even have to go to the butcher."
The day is still young and gentle cool when Maria, the good soul of the Turmwirt in Gufidaun, is already standing in the beds of the neighboring farm and picking herbs and vegetables for the upcoming day. "It really is a lot of work, it would be easier to buy everything at the market," says the young woman as she puts everything in her wheelbarrow and smiles. "But you can feel the difference." And that's what counts. Because the Turmwirt is not only a fine restaurant where tourists are happy and satisfied after a traditional yet creatively interpreted and tasty South Tyrolean meal, but the entire village gathers here. "At lunch, after mass, we go to the Turmwirt, that's obvious," explains a local man. "And in the evening we go to the bar for a nightcap." There is something enchanting about the atmosphere outside, in front of the high stone wall of Summersberg Castle. "And, the neighbor raises sheep," Maria says, pointing to three piles of wool in the pasture, "I don't even have to go to the butcher."