Postcards from Puglia
After 30 hours of travel (from Australia), the thought of winter is well buried with the first sights of Southern Italy’s region Puglia.
“It is 5.48pm, sprawled on a towel on a boat ramp in a small cove just around the corner from Lido Cala Paura — the sun is still blazing hot. Facing the pebble stone beach, amused by visions of people chatting on deck chairs, brightly coloured umbrellas and happy bodies enjoying life by the Adriatic Sea. With the warm sun on my skin, Sydney’s winter seems like a distant memory. A light breeze tunnels between the boats on the ramp and the sun’s intensity is slowly fading - time to slowly pack up for the day. Finding quiet streets to wander down, spying elderly women above chatting across the way from one balcony to another. Come sundown temperatures drop slightly, deciding between gelato or spritz (or both!) the once quiet streets are now full of life and go well into the night.”
Many more sun-drenched days like these followed.