Last stop: Puglia

After Calabria, Charlotte and I decided that since we were already all the way down south, we might as well make a pit-stop in Puglia before coming back up to Bologna. Puglia is the heel of the boot (while Calabria is the toe) and I had wanted to go all year. We went to Lecce, the capital, which really is quite far down there. Charlotte and I had both caught Azzurra's cold and the weather in Puglia was so hot that we really took it easy while there. The people were super friendly...we exchanged life stories with a number of Pugliese.

On the first night we went to one of the best restaurants I've ever been to, called Le Zie, translated The Aunts. They squeezed us in even though we didn't have reservations and the food was spectacular home-style cooking, with a homey atmosphere where the kitchen was open and the Aunts would cook some and mingle some. We were brought an appetizer sampler and then shared orecchiete con polpetine and eggplant parmesan (one of my favorite things ever). For dessert, we shared a chocolate soufflé and a ricotta cake which were to die for. Seriously, if you ever go to Lecce, this is where it's at. Here's us in the kitchen with one of le zie and her daughter:

During the day it's pretty dead in Lecce because it's hot and they have 5 hour long siestas. But in the night...it's a whole new scene! The streets are packed with people, street vendors, and musicians. There's also of course the rows of old people out for some fresh air and gossip:

In the morning, we got breakfast brought to the room-what service!

On our one full day we decided to take a day trip to Otranto (emphasis on the first O) which we had heard was cute with a lovely beach. We wandered around looking at churches and shops, imagined how we would privatize and redecorate the castle for ourselves, ate at a place called Peccati del Vino (The sins of wine), and sat out on the rocks with our feet in the water to escape the heat.





That night there was a dance performance called Dance Mania! in the main piazza, Sant'Oronzo, for a local dance troop. They were actually incredibly good and they had these hip hop guests as well, called Spunky Love, hehe! We spent at least 2 hours marveling at them and wishing we could join/have that much skill.

The next day our sickness really set in. We couldn't leave for Bologna until after 9pm because there was a train strike all day, and we had to check out of the hostel at 11, so we had far too many hours to spend wandering the city with colds in the killer heat. Basically we'd go see some monument, then find a cafe and sit there for at least 2 hours, then repeat. It worked quite well. Charlotte and I spent all that quality time reflecting on the year and talking about everything we're going to miss about Italy.

We went to the park for a few hours too to lay down on benches and saw this amazingly-dressed man:


Then-finally!-it was time for our train. The night train from Lecce up is quite ill-regarded but we had no other choice. Other than being crappy and hot, it wasn't all that bad because it wasn't over-packed, as usual. We got the conductor to take this one for us, since we spent a lot of time out the window for air:

Then some nice southern boys joined our cabin and, being nice southern boys, they pulled out wine to eat with their sandwiches and shared with us:


Thankfully, around 6 the next morning I arrived home in Bologna for the last time by train. I am so going to miss trains! They are beyond convenient.