…is what I have been up to (as any Italian friend who I have bored with endless Puglia talk and questions over the past six months knows well), becoming increasingly fascinated by and fixated on this most southeastern region of Italy (heel of the boot) the more I learn – like their gay green anti-mafia president Nichi Vendola who writes poetry, did his dissertation on Pasolini, seeming to be the best and most unlikely hope for unseating the Berlusconi monster – like their mortar-less local stone domed Trulli, and fortified farmhouse Masserie, mystical and pragmatic rural agricultural building types unique to the region – like all of the cool young kids from the region who seem to be sticking around to do their thing – like the fact that it is still cheap and not quite as tourist-laden as the rest of the country – leading me to daily hunts on real estate websites for my dream piece of Puglia land with trullo or masseria to cultivate, to gradually ease into, hands in the land, a new project, living experiment, open door policy sort of place where all are welcome to spend any amount of time – and I can’t wait to head south for a visit.
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