Sunday, May 15, 2016

Back To The Real World

We started out with my 're-discovery' of history. Yes, I have known of my ancestry via DNA testing and chasing my family history back for some generations. USA, World War II and the atomic bomb, Civil War, Irish immigrants, Revolutionary War – all were familiar to me. But, recently I came to understand my background had elements of Roman, Anglo-Saxon, Norman, French, Iberian, and Viking heritage. This trip to Prague and southern Italy allowed me to explore additional historical perspectives of Greek, Roman, Bohemian, and European civilizations and weave them into the puzzle that we call 'History'.

Well, Tom and I are on our way home and writing this from about 35,000 feet halfway over the Atlantic. Both of us have had a most memorable celebratory trip over the past three (3) weeks. This will be our last post of the blog for this trip – it will be a great remembrance and catalog of our experiences and something that we will enjoy reviewing over the years to come. Tom and I hope you have enjoyed reading and experiencing this journey through our minds, eyes, and photographs.
Tom and I saw so much every day that translates into who are today and makes us realize that we are just a small piece of the 'GRAND DESIGN' when viewed in the lens of all the years of history that have proceeded us. Our days were indeed complete having done and seen the things we set out to accomplish – and then I had to write the blog – which most nights took me almost to 12 midnight. But, that's OK as I wanted to record and share every aspect of our journey and exploration.


So, with that as the backdrop, let me offer my final comments and observations . . . from Prague and Kutna Hora in the Czech Republic, to Rome, to Pompeii, to Sorrento and the Amalfi Coast, to Minori, to Paestum, to Eboli, to Matera, to Lecce, to Ostuni, and to Monopoli . . . it was a fantastic trip with Tom.





The pictures you see on this post are ones that 'didn't make the cut' on our previous posts – but, we think they deserve a place here – not in any order, but just because they are reflective of our trip to Prague and Southern Italy.








This morning we woke in Rome before dawn at 4:30 AM (which makes it 10:30 PM on Thursday for you East Coasters and 7:30 PM for you West Coasters) – still dark and before the roosters got up ! Quick re-pack of our suitcases and change into our travel clothes and we were ready to head to the airport before Rome was even awakening.





We had already checked out of our hotel the previous evening as we knew the front desk would be closed, so it was just a matter of packing the car and heading off to the airport. Our offline GPS (aka Sophia) decided to 'sleep in' this morning so were relegated to finding the airport via old style road signs. Fortunately, we made it to Leonardo Da Vinci Airport in Rome without too many wrong turns and were on our way back to South Carolina via Madrid and Charlotte.

As to my impressions of Prague vs. Vienna – because both were seats of the Holy Roman Empire, I find the following of significance :

• They are both stunningly beautiful cities !

• The old, historical buildings of Vienna seem to mostly be confined to the “Old Town” section, where the seat of government was located, as opposed to Prague, which has an “Old Town” in addition to its castle on the hill, outside of the city walls.

• There was much more damage done to Vienna than Prague during World War II – Vienna was bombed, while Prague was occupied.

• The people of Prague are still recovering from their years under Communist rule.

• It was much easier for us to deal with the German language in Vienna, than the Czech language in Prague.

• Both cities have elaborate Cathedrals and churches. The population in Vienna regularly attend services, and the people in Prague are somewhat indifferent.

• Both cities have efficient subway, train, and bus systems.







FINAL THOUGHTS

• I don't want to live in a castle – too cold !

• I don't want to live in a tiny house – mostly we stayed in tiny apartments with tiny kitchens, tiny bathrooms, and tiny showers !

• The Super Markets in Prague and Italy were not so super. They were very small, with a very limited selection. Most people shop at bakeries, butcher and cheese shops, and vegetable stands just about every day.

• It was easy to tell who are the tourists – they are the only ones who wear khaki pants.

• Everyone that we spoke to who has been to America, has only been to New York City.

• Italy has so many unique places that we had never heard of, but we are so glad that we had the opportunity to visit.


Thanks for reading and taking part in my blog . . . travel is wonderful, but there is no place like home ! . . . and, now, Prague and Italy are in the rear view mirror !

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Last Day in Italy

MONOPOLI TO ROME

It was lightly raining again this morning when we awoke, so Tom and I ate quickly, finished packing, and checked out of the Casa Amalfitana in Monopoli. We would have a 5 1/2 hour drive to Rome, and we wanted to get an early start. It took us longer than expected to get out of Monopoli - our poor GPS, aka Sofia, hasn't figured out all of the one-way streets, and she took us in circles !

We finally were able to get on the highway, where we headed north, and closely followed the Adriatic coastline for about an hour. Not many crops grow in the rocky limestone soil, but olive groves and vineyards were thriving on both sides of us - now we have a better sense of Italian wine coming from the Apulia Region.

When we turned inland to cross toward Naples and Italy's other coast, we found ourselves in the land of mountains, hilltop villages, and wind farms. It rained on us several times . . . just enough to clean the windshield !

It was a pretty drive, and the highways in Italy are comparable to those in the U.S. except that Italian drivers are everything we had ever heard - rude and aggressive with many of them topping speeds of 170 kph ! There don't seem to be any rules. Some people drive really, really slow, and others totally ignore the speed limits, and honk if you are in the way. They don't stop at stop signs, and honk if you are in the way. If you go through an intersection where they are supposed to stop, they honk because you are in their way. Last but not least, all of the signs are written in Italian.

And, something strange - on a 2 lane road many Italian drivers straddle the middle line of the road - or, they will ride on top of the passing lane road markers so you don't know which lane they are going to use.

Tomorrow will be the last of my blog posts as Tom and I return home - stay tuned for the last installment !




Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Monopoli


Last night, once we got settled into the Casa Amalfitana, we took our cameras and walked around the streets of the Old Town. The nearby Plaza contained several cafes and restaurants, and as seems to be the norm here in Italy, people were out strolling - this time till almost midnight - and it was a school night so not many school kids out.

The picture you see here was taken just outside our flat's doorway looking up the street (really a lane since no cars could fit between the walls) towards the Cathedral - a 2 minute walk.

It was raining when we woke this morning but we weren't going to let a little rain stop us. While fixing breakfast and waiting for the water to boil (no coffee-maker here, just instant) I took a closer look at our limestone walls.

Most buildings in this part of Italy are built using this soft rock which is composed of skeletal fragments of marine organisms and I was able to find fossil imprints and entire sea shells embedded in our walls ! After we ate breakfast, we put on our raincoats and headed out - dodging thunderstorms all day - it was off and on with the raincoats.





MONOPOLI

Monopoli is a lovely seaside town with a small historic center (Centro Storico), a recently restored castle and a lovely port. There are plenty of sandy beaches along the coastline surrounding Monopoli, making for a perfect day out of the town - but, we didn't do that since we can do beaches to our heart's content in the USA.

Monopoli is a nice and fascinating town on the Adriatic Coast of the Apulia region, on the sea. The area was first settled as a Greek establishment as the city of Gnatia.

After the destruction of Gnatia by the Ostrogoth King Totila in 545, its inhabitants fled to Monopoli, from which it derives its name as ‘only city’. In the following centuries the area would be controlled by the Byzantines, Normans and Hohenstaufen, and was a starting point for the naval Crusades’ expeditions. Later Monopoli was a fiefdom under Aragonese feudal lords. In 1484 the city came under Venetian control and saw an economic upswing as a seaport on the Adriatic Sea serving as a base between the Italian cities of Bari and Brindisi, as well as through trading its own agricultural goods. Monopoli was frequently attacked by Muslim pirates in the following decades. Under Spanish rule Monopoli became a free city in 1545 and became part of the newly-unified Kingdom of Italy in 1860.

As is typical with most Pugliese towns and cities the modern part of the town is unremarkable but once you enter the Centro Storico, it is like entering a new world - obviously, the Old World ! Of course the buildings are old, but they are well maintained and one of the nicest historic centers that we visited.






BASILICA CATHEDRALE MARIA SANTISIMA DELLA MADIA 

The Cathedral was magnificent, inside and out. The original Church was begun in 1107, on what had been a Roman Temple and burial site, but was not finished until after 1117.

Perhaps the greatest date in the city’s history was 16 December 1117. It was during the night that an image of the Madonna della Madia floated into the port together with sturdy beams which were subsequently used to repair the sorry roof of the Cathedral.

We were told that every year the miracle is re-enacted by the townsfolk to demonstrate their devotion.Renovated in the 1700’s it is a lavish explosion of the baroque and the interior has fantastic floor to ceiling marble and notable artworks.

Outside the Church, the Baroque bell tower soars up over the town, and like a beacon, appears on the horizon as it has done for centuries.


THE CASTLE

The Castle of Charles V was finished in 1525, and was built in the shape of a pentagon. In the spot where the castle now stands, traces of village huts dating back to the Bronze Age have been found. The castle is located on a promontory which was originally separated from the medieval city, and was built on the remains of a Norman castle. It was restored and enlarged in the 17th century. 

Starting in the early 19th century, it was used as a jail, which continued up until 1969. The castle is currently being used for art exhibitions and cultural events. Inside, was a replica of what the city would have looked like in the 1600's, and we were easily able to pick out the building where we are staying !

The Cathedral and the Castle are only open for a few hours every day, and we were fortunate that we were able to go inside both of them.


SANTA MARIA DI AMALFITANA

Across from the corner of our medieval building where we are staying in the flat is an old church, which Tom had noticed would be open to visitors late this afternoon. The guide led us downstairs to the crypt which had been carved inside a wide cave. According to tradition, in 1059 during the 11th century, a group of sailors from Amalfi who survived a shipwreck, stopped to pray to thank Holy Mary, inside this cave, which was already a Greek Orthodox place of worship. 

There have been numerous burials in the crypt, and much of the ceiling had been decorated with frescoes. Some families from the Republic of Amalfi erected the upper church in the 12th century, and named it after St. Mary. The side walls of the church were damaged in the 1930's, but it has undergone restoration, and is still regularly used for Masses, weddings, and music concerts.

Tomorrow brings our getaway day from the Italian Adriatic Coast back to Rome in preparation for our return to South Carolina on Friday. It is about a five (5) hour drive and we will be cutting across the heartland of Italy through some of its National Parks - hope there is some good scenery for us and hopefully no bad weather.

Tuesday, May 10, 2016

Locorotondro and Alberobello

Tom and I were so sorry to pack up and leave our comfortable cellar apartment as it was one of our most favorite places to stay on our Italian trip. Before we left, we walked up the hill to Renza's store to tell her "Good-bye", and we had to thank her for leaving two bottles of local wine for us ! Her small store in the newer part of Ostuni sells fresh fruits and vegetables from "The Garden", items brought in by the local co-operative farms, and organic packaged foods, make up, and household products.

We promised to keep in touch, then it was off through the beautiful countryside to Locorotondo.

LOCOROTONDO

Locorotondo (its name comes from the circular lay out of its city center) is a small town in the region of Puglia in southern Italy situated between Martina Franca and Alberobello in the Valle d'Itria, a green stretch of countryside dotted with the famous whitewashed cone-roofed trulli houses. It is officially one of the ‘Borghi più belli d'Italia’ (the most beautiful villages in Italy). As well as its picturesque appearance the town is also known for its wine production.

It’s believed that Locorotondo was first settled by the Greeks several centuries B.C with archaeological finds dating between the 3rd and the 7th century BC. The foundation of the town dates back to around 1000 AD as an unfortified hamlet under the jurisdiction of the Benedictine monastery of St. Stephen in Monopoli. The earliest historical records go back to 1195 and a document written by King Henry VI of Swabia referring to the place as ‘Rotondo’.

The estate of various feudal lords for 500 years, the village saw an increase in population, housing development, and the construction of the walls and castle. The Caracciolo family, Dukes of Martina Franca, and the last feudal lords, remained in Locorotondo until the beginning of the 19th century.

Locorotondo doesn't really have any specific tourist attractions; the town itself is the main sight. It was just a pleasant place to spend an hour or two wandering  and taking photographs.

The historic part of town (the centro storico) is circular and perched on top of a hill. It's a whitewashed maze of little lanes lined with historic buildings, some humble and faded, others retaining rather grand baroque archways and architectural details. As well as the little rural trulli houses, which we could see outside Locorotondo, this area is also notable for another unusual type of building. These are houses with pointed gable roofs - uncommon in Italy - called cummerse. We saw whitewashed examples of these in Locorotondo's tightly-packed centro storico. It's a pretty and well-cared-for center, with flower pots ornamenting external stone staircases and balconies.

Piazza Vittorio Emanuele at the top of the hill is the nearest thing to a busy hub in the old town. It is a small square with a cafe and a tourist information office where we picked up maps and leaflets. There are a few churches to visit in Locorotondo. One of the most notable is the attractive Romanesque Chiesa della Madonna della Greca which dates to the 12th or 13th century and has a central rose window.

A panoramic street encircles part of the hilltop town center, and offers great views over the Valle d'Itria. A patchwork of field, vineyards and olive groves is dotted with the cone-shaped roofs of trulli houses and farms. 

Locorotondo is known for its wine which is white and lightly sparkling. The wine is inexpensive and quite decent especially since Chris and I are primarily red wine aficionados. There are also local red wines and other whites, still and sparkling. The main wine producer is a historic co-operative called the Cantina Sociale del Locorotondo. It dates to the 1930s, and managed to obtain a prized DOC classification for the local white wine in 1969.








ALBEROBELLO

Alberobello, in the region of Puglia in southern Italy, is a strange and picturesque destination made a UNESCO World Heritage site for its unusual districts of trulli (there are more than 1.500), the characteristic white-washed conical-roofed houses of the area. We found it to be an interesting day-trip destination.

Trulli are small dwellings built from the local limestone, with dry-stone walls and a characteristic conical roof. It is a traditional and simple type of structure which we saw dotted all around this part of Puglia, sometimes in its most basic form used as a kind of shed amongs the olive groves.

The story behind Alberobello, once a town of trulli alone, is a typically Italian one – its design was a tax dodge to fiddle taxes and fool the authorities. The local feudal lord, Count Acquaviva, moved his peasant workers here to clear woodland and cultivate the land. To wriggle around laws and taxes, it was important that Alberobello didn't class as an inhabited settlement. So until 1797, when Alberobello was finally given 'town' status, the people had to live in trulli, which could be dismantled in a hurry when necessary.

The buildings are usually square and have very thick stone walls, constructed without mortar. The thickness strengthens the structure and also helps regulate the internal temperature. The roof is actually a dome, but it is almost invariably built up on top into a cone shape, topped with a spire. There is generally a central room, with additional living spaces in arched alcoves. Residential trulli are smartly whitewashed, and their roofs are often decorated with fanciful painted symbols supposed to have religious or superstitious significance. The fanciness of the spire decoration was something of a status symbol – it showed the builders' skill and thus the spending power of the owners. Frequently the houses consist of more than one roof – they are more like complexes crowned with several roof-cones.


Check out this web site which will give you a good sense of the uniqueness of the trulli in Alberobello  - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iy0BrABEzo

The principal activity in Alberobello is wandering around looking at trulli. There are also a handful of small museums and plenty of opportunities for buying kitsch souvenirs and tasting local products. Walking around was enjoyable, but we were hounded by the local vendors sitting outside their trulli shops and bars. Although the area was obviously one big tourist trap, the prices aren't painful as there's too much competition – the owners tried to entice us in with all sorts of claims and promises. We were ‘offered’ colorful terracotta whistles (a local Puglia thing); some simple local ceramics; trulli snowglobes; sliding pens; and everything possible shaped like a trulli, in addition to silver jewelry. Many buildings contained tiny 'bars' where we sampled local liquors. Since we didn’t have the chance to stay in a trulli home, we accepted the low-key sales pitches and entered to have a look around and see some of the interiors.

The center of Alberobello is mostly composed of typical small-town Italian streets and buildings, with a few trulli interspersed among the buildings in a surreal fashion. Some older back streets are lined chiefly with residential trulli. The most picturesque parts of Alberobello, though, and the strangest, are the two areas composed almost entirely of trulli – over a thousand of them. Here the little white pointy-topped dwellings are clustered together like a hobbit town – felt like were in a movie set !


OUR ARRIVAL IN MONOPOLI

Our destination tonight is an AirBnB apartment in the Adriatic seaside town of Monopoli. It was only a short drive from Alberobello, but we got lost in the maze of narrow streets in the Old Town, once we got to Monopoli. Not only did we have to pull the side mirrors in, but we interrupted a funeral procession that was leaving the Cathedral . . . and we were going the wrong way !

Tom found a place where we could pull over, and we flagged down a lady and showed her the address that we were looking for. She knew exactly where to find our host, Paolo, as he is the owner of a popular restaurant no more than 15 meters from our apartment . She led me there, chatting the entire time in Italian. I couldn't understand a word she said. Paolo and I walked back to the car . . . he got behind the wheel and found us a free place to park in the Porto of Monopoli . . . right on the waterfront where the fishing boats were coming in. Our apartment for the next two (2) nights is just a short walk from the water, and the Castle, in the heart of Old Town Monopoli.

Tomorrow is exploration day for Monopoli !

Monday, May 9, 2016

Lecce and Ostuni - On The Adriatic Sea


LECCE

It was hard to leave our comfy, cozy cellar apartment this morning, but we wanted to visit the town of Lecce before we thoroughly explored Ostuni. Lecce is about an hour's drive south of Ostuni via the Autostrada on the Adriatic Sea in the heel of the Italian boot.

Lecce is full of cherubs, angels, saints, saviors, and Madonnas. – the Baroque masterpiece of southern Italy. Sometimes described as the 'Florence of the Baroque' or the 'Rome of the South', Lecce is really the only city destination in mainland Italy south of Naples which is appealing enough to attract large numbers of tourists. Lecce sits at the bottom of the boot (the Salento peninsula), in the Puglia region. We didn’t find many natives speaking English, and the only celebrity who has a property here is Helen Mirren, who has a castle nearby.

The city is surrounded by attractive countryside, seashore and small towns. The capital of southern Italian cooking, Lecce brims with rustic restaurants serving hearty peasant cuisine and robust red wines of the Puglia (Apulia in English) region.

Lecce's history goes back a long way. According to legend, a city called Sybar existed at the time of the Trojan War.. It was conquered by the Romans in the 3rd century BC, receiving the new name of Lupiae. Under the emperor Hadrian (2nd century AD) the city was moved 3 kilometres (2 miles) to the northeast, taking the name of Licea or Litium. Lecce had a theater and an amphitheater and was connected to the Hadrian Port.

After the fall of the Western Roman Empire, Lecce was sacked by the Ostrogoth King Totila in the Gothic Wars. It was restored to Roman rule in 549, and remained part of the Eastern Empire for five centuries, with brief conquests by Saracens, Lombards, Hungarians and Slavs.

After the Norman conquest in the 11th century, Lecce gained commercial importance. The County of Lecce was one of the largest and most important fiefdoms in the Kingdom of Sicily from 1053 to 1463. In 1480, the Ottoman Empire tried to invade Italy near Lecce. The area was captured by the Ottoman Turks and 800 inhabitants beheaded. The invasion didn't work and the Turks left – but they are not forgotten. We were told that even today, when the locals get upset they can be heard to cry out 'Mamma la Turchi’ (Turkish Mother) ! 

From the 15th century, Lecce was one of the most important cities of southern Italy, and, starting in 1630, it was enriched with precious Baroque monuments. To avert invasion by the Ottomans, a new line of walls and a castle were built by Charles V, (who was also Holy Roman Emperor), in the first part of the 16th century. In 1656, a plague broke out in the city, killing a thousand inhabitants.

We could still see ruins of a Roman theater and amphitheater - but the period which led to town's current fame was the 17th century. A period of prosperity led to grand developments and the wholesale construction of palaces and churches. These buildings adapted the fashionable Baroque style to the soft local stone, with decorations and cherubs extravagantly covering facades and doorways. This local style is known as Barocco Leccese ('Lecce Baroque').

In 1943, fighter aircraft based in Lecce helped support isolated Italian garrisons in the Aegean Sea, fighting Germans during World War II. Because they were delayed by the Allies, the German Nazis couldn't prevent a defeat. 

Lecce has a lovely historic center, and we could easily spend days exploring picturesque little lanes and finding the more far-flung Baroque churches. The town's great artistic treasure is its architecture; in terms of other arts, such as painting, Lecce cannot really compare with northerly towns like Florence and Rome.

The Leccese stone, from which the town is built, is so soft you can carve it with a spoon - the masons soak it with milk to set it hard. The result is a city of golden honey hues. The most over-the-top decoration in town is seen at the Basilica di Santa Croce, which has a fantastic facade to marvel at, ornamented with strange beasts and symbols. How many ways can you carve a cherub ? 


The town has two main focal points: Piazza Sant'Oronzo and Piazza del Duomo. Piazza Sant'Oronzo is the big civic heart of the town, a large square with a slightly strange atmosphere, the ancient and the modern sitting uncomfortably together. The statue of a bishop perched on a column represents Sant'Oronzo, a patron saint of Lecce. The column is one of two which originally marked the end of the Roman Appian Way in Brindisi (a major Italian city on the southeast coast). Piazza del Duomo is an unusual interpretation of that familiar Italian cathedral square. In Lecce the cathedral sits in one corner of a partially enclosed square – a still space in the heart of town. 

Lecce has a true southern Italian rhythm. As the day heats up, the streets empty. Churches and businesses generally close for several hours. Unfortunately for us, those were the hours that we were there, and we were not able to go inside any of the churches. Local people re-appear as the afternoon cools into evening, but the ‘strolling hour’ here is later than northern parts of Italy.

Tom and I drove the hour back to Ostuni, following the coast, and with a view of the Adriatic most of the way. The market in town was actually open, many of them are closed in the afternoon, and purchased the ingredients for a late lunch/early dinner . . . pork, peas, pasta sauce and a bottle of local red wine. It made a quick and tasty meal.

Just as we were finishing up the dishes our AirBnB host, Renza and her daughter Graziana (who is a high school sophomore, speaking good English, acted as our translator) knocked on our door. Renza and her husband Antonio own an organic farm, and she wanted to know if we would be interested in seeing it. Yes, of course ! We all climbed into Antonio's car, and took a 10 minute drive to the gate of I Giardini della Grata.

Renza explained that the organic farm's mission is to save and protect the garden, and to organically grow more than 60 different ancient and local vegetables and herbs, such as orange beets, chicory, purple carrots, and not only red, but yellow, pink and green striped tomatoes. The aqueducts and cisterns are ancient, and parts of the garden date back to the Normans. There is a small cave on the property that may have been used during the Paleolithic era. This weekend, a group of University Archaeologists from Rome will be coming to explore and examine it.

After  our garden tour, it was time to climb the hill into Ostuni.



OSTUNI

Ostuni is one of Puglia’s most beautiful cities and famous towns in Apulia, a tumble of white-washed buildings perched strategically atop a hill with views of the endless olive trees in the Valle d’Itria countryside, and the glimmering Adriatic Sea just 8 km away, home to some of the region’s most exclusive resorts. Its unique historic town, called ‘Città Bianca’ (the Italian for ‘white town’), its monuments, its baroque-style churches, are examples of the great architecture and culture that characterizes this part of South Italy.

In the summertime Ostuni is a popular destination for tourists from all over the world. The population rises from about 30,000 inhabitants in wintertime to about 100,000. Most of the streets are packed with artists selling local arts and crafts including ceramics, sculptures, carvings and paintings. The items being produced and sold are not cheap but are completely unusual works of art.

The medieval walled city was built without a plan, and it shows. The web of streets is confusing, a maze of alleyways, staircases and arches. Buildings were built on top of each other, and the archways support the houses they connect, making up for the lack of strong foundations. You turn one way and find a dead end, another and get a glimpse of the sapphire sea. Puglia has seen a stream of invaders—Greeks, Romans, Goths, Byzantines, Normans—and the labyrinth of Ostuni is the perfect way to confuse the enemy.

The stark white buildings are dazzling in the southern sun and are brightened by vivid green and blue wooden doors, pots of red geraniums and cacti.

The region around Ostuni has been inhabited since the Stone age. The Ostuni area was populated during the palaeolithic period (50,000-40,000 years ago) by Neanderthal hunters who found shelter in numerous grottoes in the area. Traces of people liaving in the area are also proved by the discovery of the body of a 20 year old pregnant woman who had been buried in a hole in a grotto 25,000 years ago. The skeleton on the young woman, now named ‘Delia’, is displayed in the Church of San Vito Martire inside Ostuni historic center. The town is reputed to have been originally established by the Messapii, a pre-classic tribe, and destroyed by Hannibal between 218 BC - 201 BC during the Punic Wars. It was then re-built by the Greeks, the name Ostuni deriving from the Greek Astu néon ("new town").

Destroyed after the fall of the Western Roman Empire, in 996 AD the town became part of the Norman County of Lecce. From 1300 to 1463 Ostuni was part of the Principality of Taranto and from 1507 passed to Isabella, Duchess of Bari, wife of Gian Galeazzo Sforza, Duke of Milan. Under the influence of Isabella, Ostuni enjoyed a golden-age within the wider context of the Italian Renaissance. In this period Isabella gave protection to humanists and people of art and letters. Isabella died in 1524 and Ostuni passed as dowry to her daughter Bona Sforza, wife-to-be of Sigismund I of Poland, King of Poland. During Bona Sforza's government, Ostuni continued to enjoy a liberal and high-minded regime. In 1539 she had towers built along all the shoreline as protection against anticipated attacks from Turks who controlled the Balkans.

In the 17th century a plague killed millions in the area and infected houses were painted white by mixing limestone dust with water. Locals noticed that there was less illness around the white houses and attributed it to a miracle; experts say most likely it was the antibacterial effect of the calcium carbonate. Nowadays the white houses attract tourists and the local government encourages everyone to repaint every two years by paying for half the cost.

It was only after the victory against Napoleon at Waterloo when the Bourbons came to power that Ostuni sent away the ‘non-native occupiers’. In the 1860, when Garibaldi united Italy, Ostuni became part of the new and finally formed nation.

The main street in Ostuni is lined with boutiques and souvenir shops selling local olive oil and Salentino sandals, but the best way to experience the town is by diving down the narrow side streets and like the invaders once did, getting lost.

At Ostuni’s highest point we found the Cathedral, built in the 15th century in Gothic style, rare in Puglia where most of the churches are austere Romanesque or ornate Baroque. Its graceful lines lead to the sky and there’s a magnificent rose window with Christ at the center surrounded by 24 finely carved columns representing the hours of the day.

In the center of Piazza della Libertà is a statue of Sant'Oronzo placed on top of a 20m carved steeple. He is actually the patron saint of Lecce but he saved Ostuni from the plague in 1657 and the statue was built in his honor (and the hope that he would continue to fight off future plagues) in 1771.

Tom and I walked up and down the many narrow streets, looking for good places to take photos, when I spotted what appeared to be a woodworking shop. As I hesitated at the door, I heard a voice that I hoped was saying "come on in", because that's what I did. There were beautifully carved knife handles, forks, spoons, and clock faces, all made of olive wood. I just had to purchase a spoon. The carver explained that it was a spoon for Parmesan cheese, and that I should care for the spoon by rubbing it with olive oil. It will always remind me of our days in olive country.

After a long day of exploring, it was time for some Gelato, and to watch the sunset over the Adriatic Sea.