Isn’t this just an upmarket variation on the package holiday, rather than anything one can really call community?
. . . they have a ready-made social life waiting for them. There is dinner in the local osteria with 15 families they have got to know well, or wine tastings and music festivals, to the entire village celebrating the annual olive harvest every November.
I live in a tourist and second-home area, the Berkshire Hills of western Massachusetts. No language barriers, but the divisions between natives or locals (born and raised here), incomers like me who live here year-round, and second-home owners is profound. This is one of the things I’ll be writing about in A Smaller Circle.