Stylish one-story villa under construction in Barban outskirts

In the untamed fringes of Barban, where the rugged wilderness meets the tentative touch of human hands, a slick, one-story villa takes shape—a testament to the wild and the civilized harmonizing in the heart of Istria's untamed landscape. Barban, a gritty outpost perched on the edge of the Raša river valley in the southeastern reaches of the Istrian peninsula, stands as a mere blip on the maps, a mere 20 kilometers from Pula and 12 kilometers from Labin. Bound together by the sinews of the Pula-Rijeka highway, and the intertwining veins of regional roads connecting Barban to Žminj and Vodnjan, this frontier town echoes with tales of chivalrous Race to the Ring, August's traditional tournament, and the raucous festivities celebrating figs and fig groves. The narrative has deepened over the past decade, paralleling the rise of rural tourism in these raw hinterlands.

Here, on the market, lies a detached villa, still taking its formative breaths, stretching across 234 square meters of land that beckons to be tamed. Four bedrooms, each with its own primal lair, populate the terrain, joined by an expansive open-space living arena. A vestibule of modernity awaits, boasting a toilet, a technical chamber, a secluded terrace whispering tales of barbecues under the starlit canopy, and a chamber with its separate entrance—an untamed creature yearning to morph into a garage or perhaps bow to the whims of its eventual sovereign.

The primal call of this dwelling resonates with the hum of full air-conditioning, the warmth emanating from the roots through underfloor heating. A fireplace in the living room, a flickering totem in the face of winter's grasp, beckons with its primal allure.

A sprawling terrain awaits—the realm spanning 1186 square meters, shrouded in the mystery of an outdoor fireplace and the promise of multiple parking bays, ready to breathe life into electric chariots. And there, at the heart, a pool—its heated waters cascading over a 40-square-meter canvas, purified through the alchemy of a salt electrolysis system.

Tucked away in the hushed corners on the periphery of civilization, this sanctuary ensures the future proprietor a cloak of solitude.
Yet, like every tale of conquest, this land bears the yoke of VAT.
The declared price reaches out to the legal entities navigating the VAT system, while for those born of the earth, the price bears the added burden of the VAT appendage.