Fratte Rosa is a small jewel set in an area scattered with ancient villages. We are in the valley of the Cesano river, in the Pesaro hills, and Fratte Rosa enchants the traveller who is visiting it for the first time.
It is the place that you want to come back to so you can appreciate even more its nature, its history and its traditions.
And here there is history to tell!
“For the Frattesi present you are the refuge
for those who return to an oasis from time to time
for those who are far away “a nostalgic dream”
So wrote our Laura Cesarini (from the book Rivorrei la mia Vita – I would like to Relive my Life) and these simple words, with a profound meaning, contain the whole sense of belonging to a town. Indeed, to better say to the TOWN, a unique and special place in many respects.
Its origins date back to the Middle Ages when, to escape the looting and invasion by the barbarian peoples, the population of the ancient Roman city of Suasa was forced to take refuge on the nearby hills, forming a fabric made up of small villages, still splendidly well preserved.
Fratte Rosa first underwent the influence of the Classensi monks of Ravenna during the period of the Republic of “Ravignana” and, during the Renaissance, it was a territory disputed by the powerful Malatesta and Della Rovere families.
A country of pristine beauty, at about 419 meters above sea level, with a view of the Apennines that is unique and magical, especially at sunset. But the view also reaches the sea allowing you to explore the entire Marche region at 360°.
Fratte Rosa has preserved and maintained its primary terracotta tradition over the centuries.
Thanks to its clay-rich soil, utensils for cooking, baking and storage have been produced since its origins. The everyday ceramics are made with the colours of the earth and are known and appreciated everywhere and are ambassadors of very ancient traditions in the world.
The Fratte Rosa that I know, my place of origin, has unfortunately gone through difficult periods due to its slow and inexorable depopulation. A characteristic especially of the inland areas of Italy.
The old artisan shops once dedicated to working with wood, leather and iron, are now only closed doors, aged by the wear of time.
Nevertheless, in recent times, I have witnessed a revival of the peasant activities.
Instead of abandoning their places of birth, young people have decided to invest their future in the village by dedicating themselves to hospitality activities, highlighting the precious local eno-gastronomic heritage.
In the difficult times that we are all experiencing, it very much brings to mind the need for a new humanism and the invitation to return to small villages, perhaps working from home.
Without taking anything away from city life, certainly chaotic but also reassuring from a working point of view and the great availability of services, I believe there is a need to slow down the times of our existence, rediscovering forgotten human and living aspects that were sucked into the vortex of modernity .
Life in a small village is simple, marked by people-friendliness, where solidarity and coexistence are still the fundamental foundations of everyone’s daily life.
The “leap of life” from the city back to the village is no small thing.
These are worlds and realities opposite to each other but, I am sure, our small village (like all the others) can truly represent an opportunity for a new existence for us and the generations to come.