Puglia Italy, our home for a few weeks


After a full day of train travel we have arrived in our new home for a few weeks.  We both love traveling by train, to us it is less stressful than flying and we often meet great people on the journey.

On our trip from Naples to Ostuni we were enjoying a quiet train along the coast of Italy, until we pulled into a station with literally hundreds of teenagers.  They swarmed the train, the decible level rose significantly, the speed of the train slowed with all the additional weight and literally we were packed like sardines.  The young guys let all the girls take the seats and they all stood smashed body to body in the aisles of the train.  It was amazing to see these young 14-16 year old teenage guys holding on to each others waists, hugging on each other, as if were completely normal.  It was refreshing to see.  Of course after a few stops the testosterone levels began to rise and a few guys climbed on top of the train seats, climbed on the overhead luggage racks.  It was mayham, with absolutely no adult supervision.  Jon and I acted like we understood everything that was going on, laughed when they did, in hopes our luggage wouldn’t be wisked away when they were climbing by our luggage, as a practical joke on the tourists.  Amazingly, no fights broke out and everyone just seemed to be having a good time.

Luckily though our long train across the center of Italy was more calm and laid back!  We were able to enjoy the views of rushing toupe river waters, lush volcanic rock with green undulating and rolling hills, and a few mountain tops spotted with white snow.  The skies were blue and scattered with puffy clouds that are white on the tops and grey underneath.  It was not like any part of Italy we have ever seen with untouched land, scattered periodically with modern wind turbines, next to centuries old farm buildings with terra cotta tile roofs and stone block walls.



We arrived to Ostuni train station, along the heel of the boot, if you will.  Ostuni is in the Puglia region and is the only region of Italy with the Trullo style homes.  Apparently, the style was created so the roofs could be easily disassembled.  When the village people would see the tax man on horseback on the hills across the way, they would take the tiles from the roof and make them into walls.  The purpose was to avoid being taxed for a home.  Once the tax man left, they could put the roof back together like a puzzle.  Anything to avoid taxes!  The picture above is of the trullo room we are staying in for the next few weeks.  And our view is of olive trees as far as the eye can see.  Welcome to Italy! Benvenuti in Italia!

olive groves


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