Two weeks in the south of Italy is a long, at least for us – for the first time after we went on so long vacation. I was a little scared of boredom, How much can I bake in the sun, splash in the pool, invent trips, natives to suffer the most sacred siesta, and eat pizza! After two weeks in Puglia (Italian: Puglia) I must admit, however,, it is! Southern Italy is my private paradise on earth.

Apulia is a big village. I do not mean only that, that an agricultural area, that produces the most oil there, the backyard vineyards and grazing on pastures sun dried animals is quite a common sight. The more I mean the mentality of the local, atmosphere of rustic simplicity and everyday life. There's embouchure, there is no nadskakiwania tourists (English is difficult to get along, in German at all, the more in Polish), although the people are extremely helpful and accommodating - when asked for directions, even when they do not know, a bid to wait, we come to know and give us information. Of course in Italian :). After all, they are at home. When we lost the road going to the town of Ostuni byways, senior elders are Italy's Fiat panda, he asked us if we do not need help, and then had to go behind, brought us up on the road to Ostuni. It was not him on the way, We turned back because they left.

A typical view in Puglia is a stony field, o brunatnej barwie ogrodzone jasnym murkiem z kamieni wydobytych z tego pola. Earth in the cross section looks like it there: on top ok. 30 cm of soil, below the rock. Each plowing exposes the rock. Limestone rocks are used to everything, here - are walls, fence, tables, wall.

We lived near Alberobello - the capital of trulli, UNESCO World Heritage Site. Trulli deserves a separate text [write it, of course,], just like Matera (Basilicata is already), Pompeii and Naples (Campaign), or a confession of love appearing on any Italian bridge (regardless of the region).

At the end, unfortunately, tar bucket, that is ubiquitous cigarette smoke. Italians smoke everywhere, no regard to the prohibitions, moreover, no one enforces them, everywhere there are ashtrays and cigarette butts everywhere. Burn at the airport, in the pizzeria, on the street, the pool, on the beach. Nobody pays attention smokers. In one of the cafes saw a pregnant woman, a friend next to her with a cigarette in his hand. Nobody was surprised, together with the expectant mother. I wonder, that so many Italians (and statistically more than the Poles) Pali papierosy, or you could just burn so openly, hence the impression, that almost everyone is doing it.

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