Where do I start?

The days are full!  Full of new experiences, new sights, new people, new words, new roads, new lessons.

And always the people are friendly.

Walking to the Supermercati, a delightful little grocery store around the corner, I discovered a new tiny and charming shop and got the best bread we've had yet.  A post soon on where we get our food - nothing like home!

I bought a rosette roll and a hoagie shaped one.  This is how they were handed to me for the journey home.

          Notice the flower cut into the top of the 'rosette'.

When I got to the Supermercati, a helpful young man in the meat department was making something that looked like a lot of work.  A long strip of prosuitto, a folded piece of cheese, a plop of raw sausage rolled up.  I had to take a couple of them home to go with our red wine pasta for dinner.  A friendly customer in the pasta shop yesterday told us to saute fresh sage - as the pasta seller picked a nice chunk of fresh sage from her plant for us - with butter and the cooked red wine pasta.  We added a bit of onion and a garlic clove.

Fresh bread, fresh pasta, wine made by our new friends.
One of the better meals in this lifetime!

We made the hour and a half trip to Brindisi to drop Anthony off at the airport on a gorgeous sunny day.  Brindisi serves as a major shipping and ferry port, the closest to Greece from Italy.

 

            Ah, the dreams of looking out to sea.  Exciting ports of call beckon from the Adriatic seaport.  The requisite Italian fountain bids all a romantic 'arrivederci' from the shoreline.  Can you hear the splash of it?

Driving back to Mola di Bari, we spotted an expanse of different looking trulli than the ones we saw earlier in the week.  These look even more primitive, with no whitewash and decaying walls.  A google search hasn't enlightened us, just enough information to know that they are also called trullis.  Fascinating little works of architecture.

And then we are once again home beside our castle and our own little stretch of the sea.  Another sunset, another day has passed.  La dolce viva.