A Puccia

by Lorenzo Piccoli

There isn’t much that can be said on the last couple of days, mainly because this part of Italy has been literally overehelmed by tourists causing the wifi/mobile connection to crash, thus making it almost impossible to use the internet.

To make a long story very short, the day before we spent one afternoon roaming freely in Torre S. Giovanni, on the coast between Leuca and Portoselvaggio. For once we spent the night in a B&B, beautiful Villa Chiara which had been recommended to us by Angela. We are staying here for two more days. Breakfasts with home-made jam, bread, cakes and fruit are worth remembering. Yesterday we got advantage of the wild rocky beach of Portoselvaggio from 10 in the morning to 9 in the evening. And today we went to Lecce. Locals call Lecce “the Florence of the south”. This, perhaps, is a bit exaggerated. Though artistically interesting, the city was a bit of a let-down. Visiting it on August 15th did not help. Probably on another day of the year Lecce is nicer to see. In the evening of that day Fabio guided us through Gallipoli and showed us all the little details you won’t notice without the help of a local. I was particularly impressed by the frantoi, place buried in the rock below the houses which were meant to press olives to obtain olive oil to burn little lights. There are more than 35 in the whole city and here groups of 9 people were forced to work 16 hours a day for 9 months in a row – without ever going home. Before going to Gallipoli we met Angela’s parents and sister, who spend a couple of months in Portoselvaggio every year. In Gallipoli we had dinner and walked through the city with Sara, Serena, Anna, Simone and Fabio who, as I wrote, was our entertaning guide in Gallipoli.

Tomorrow we will begin our journey back to the north. We have decided to head back to Trento through the Tirrenean shore. We will therefore cross theee regions we had not touched on our way down here: Basilicata, Campania, Lazio.