We've been in Porto Ceseareo, on the western coast of Italian for 2 days. We've come to love this town despite its initial impression (in our eyes the Mexico of Italy though it’s rumored to be the Maldives of Italy to the local population - the vote could go either way). We now appreciate it more than when we first pulled into town, and there is even chat about staying here forever.
After being hurried out of our rooms and chastised for parking Italian style (blocking people in), we head out of town on one of the many roads to Gallipoli- in 3 days we've found 4 roads to Gallipoli, and never the same 1 twice. Finding these roads and driving on them is a true cultural and historical experience, some might say we were bewildered a time or two. About now the rest of the GV gang is soaking up the truly unique atmosphere of Alberobello, and then onto the beautiful white city of Ostuni. Their travels today involve trains so fingers crossed for a stress free day! For us 3, we headed onwards to the tip of Italy where the Adriatic and Ionian Seas merge. Fear not- we braved the tough winds and winding roads on around the stilletto.
Lesson to learn while travelling overseas: If the waiter asks you if you want 3 of a dish that you are not sure about, say no only 1 please. We learned this after being served 3 heaping portions of meat popetti. So for lunch when the waiter chatted to us in perfect Italian about the specials of the day, we agreed to only 1... 1 bottle of wine, 1 course of antipasto, which did in fact turn out to be 10+ plates of seafood and other marine life cooked in various ways. After lunch, we visited Otranto briefly and made our way to Lecce. We knew we were in the right spot when we saw the McDonald's that Phyllis had mentioned earlier in the week. We did the historical tour of the city; we shopped at Zara and even found a market. The light began to fade in the Centro stoic and the wind began to blow debris in our eyes - time to go.
Back on the road again to Monopoli - our home away from home. By the time we got to Monopoli it was quite late and we needed fuel for the car and our bodies. Thankfully a little osteria could provide the body fuel. At last we made it back to the Clio. From all accounts it was a good day for all.
It's hard to imagine that 1 week from today the friends that I have come to hold so dear will be off on new adventures. I will miss their company, their thoughts on life and the world at large and most of all the sound of their laughter.
- Currie
After being hurried out of our rooms and chastised for parking Italian style (blocking people in), we head out of town on one of the many roads to Gallipoli- in 3 days we've found 4 roads to Gallipoli, and never the same 1 twice. Finding these roads and driving on them is a true cultural and historical experience, some might say we were bewildered a time or two. About now the rest of the GV gang is soaking up the truly unique atmosphere of Alberobello, and then onto the beautiful white city of Ostuni. Their travels today involve trains so fingers crossed for a stress free day! For us 3, we headed onwards to the tip of Italy where the Adriatic and Ionian Seas merge. Fear not- we braved the tough winds and winding roads on around the stilletto.
Lesson to learn while travelling overseas: If the waiter asks you if you want 3 of a dish that you are not sure about, say no only 1 please. We learned this after being served 3 heaping portions of meat popetti. So for lunch when the waiter chatted to us in perfect Italian about the specials of the day, we agreed to only 1... 1 bottle of wine, 1 course of antipasto, which did in fact turn out to be 10+ plates of seafood and other marine life cooked in various ways. After lunch, we visited Otranto briefly and made our way to Lecce. We knew we were in the right spot when we saw the McDonald's that Phyllis had mentioned earlier in the week. We did the historical tour of the city; we shopped at Zara and even found a market. The light began to fade in the Centro stoic and the wind began to blow debris in our eyes - time to go.
Back on the road again to Monopoli - our home away from home. By the time we got to Monopoli it was quite late and we needed fuel for the car and our bodies. Thankfully a little osteria could provide the body fuel. At last we made it back to the Clio. From all accounts it was a good day for all.
It's hard to imagine that 1 week from today the friends that I have come to hold so dear will be off on new adventures. I will miss their company, their thoughts on life and the world at large and most of all the sound of their laughter.
- Currie
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