Two weeks under the Puglia sun
For those who’d like to (re)read the story without the digressions, it’s here.
Saturday, May 16: This time we’re flying out of Charleroi (Brussels South): the ticket prices, flight times, and proximity all worked for us. The airport (Ryanair) was recently renovated... but it’s still not very well organized. There are hardly any seats in the boarding areas, and... the restrooms cost money!!! The flight goes smoothly, though, and we land in Bari a little late.
We quickly pick up our rental car, a very local-looking Pandina (even more so than the Fiat 500 in this region), and hit the Italian roads... and their unique driving quirks (like the fact that the countless road signs along the streets and in towns are purely decorative ๐, and that Italian cars don’t have turn signals ๐ฎ... except for rental cars).
About an hour later, we arrive at our first accommodation, right in the middle of the countryside near Monopoli. The owner isn’t there, but they’ve left us a ton of info via messages and even turned on the space heater, which is a nice touch. We explore the property:

And the next morning before breakfast, its immediate surroundings:


Sunday, May 17: After our "seaside" experience in Gran Canaria last weekend (packed with people and locals), we decide to start inland. After a hearty breakfast,

we head toward Alberobello, a super touristy village famous for its trulli—those stone houses with conical roofs. We easily find a free parking spot on a street near the Aia Piccola district, where some trulli are still lived in year-round.


We almost immediately come across the Trullo Sovrano (the only two-story one), which you can visit (but we skip it—it’s opening time, and there’s already a line).

From there, we head down toward the Basilica of Cosma e Damiano... but we don’t go in because there’s a mass.

Now we’re on the main Piazza del Popolo, which connects the two districts of Alberobello: Rione Aia Piccola and Rione Monti, the more touristy one.










































Italy wouldn’t be Italy without laundry drying on windows and balconies ๐










With a restaurant (closed?) in a unique setting:


The Puglia aqueduct:
















or from the edge of the cliff:


And then, you just wander from one faรงade to the next, from one alley to the next...







































A little dip?




















The large Piazza della Libertร connects the historic center with the modern town:






















































Tonight, to wrap up our stay in the Monopoli area, we’re enjoying a plate of pasta that’s typically Puglian—pouillote, pouillien, or pouilleux? Anyway, it’s delicious and ridiculously cheap: orecchiette al ragรน ๐




























and the ramparts


(with the super-saturated colors from my friend’s smartphone)

































Then the crypt:

A quick stroll through the cloister (pretty ordinary):














And San Matteo Church:
Its uniqueness: a convex faรงade for the lower half and concave above.
















