Welcome to the land of la pizzica, burrata cheese, endless olive trees and don’t forget our favorite, taralli.
Let us start off by saying, this trip was an adventure like no other. In 4 short days, our Italian speaking abilities were proven sufficient, our tempers were put to the test and we finally figured the amount of taralli we can eat without actually turning into TARALLONI.
Dragging along our Italian roommate, Laura, we hopped on an overnight train from Bologna (Emilia-Romagna) to Lecce (Puglia). We arrived in the wee hours of the morning in desperate need of a caffè, which we discovered in the South costs only 80 euro cents (whereas in the North costs a whole euro… SCONTO SCORE!). After the caffeination process was completed and we became quasi human again, we trekked with our bags to go pick up our pre-booked Hertz rental car.
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