The call of my spirit Southern

I love to listen to nature, maybe that's why my spirit is felt most southern south, where intensely perceive his calls. I was nineteen when I realized, I met Puglia, love at first sight.

A region with a coastline of 800 km, the longest and most varied of Italy. Long beaches alternating with rocky cliffs, calette, pine and juniper forests. There are two National Parks: one of the Gargano and the Alta Murgia. Tre Aree Marine Protette: Torre Guaceto, Tremiti Islands and Porto Cesareo. Sixteen State Nature Reserves and eighteen regional protected areas. A biodiversity to preserve and protect.

It’ in this land that I spent my last vacation, between Bari and Brindisi, Taranto.

Mine is a busy life, passed between nature and knowledge discovery. The truth is that when we love what we do, no different than the time spent between work and holiday, perched something non esclude other.

In those days I saw old friends, and I have met new. Many emotions, as the day on which, in the sea of ​​Taranto, during a sudden storm boat ride made me realize how much can be loud and boisterous sea.

In those moments I saw the fear, but also the courage of a woman, Aurora, who introduced me to his side as well as the sensitive and delicate, decided and determined that a woman who knows how to react to problems.

After the storm I have not had to miss the Friselle seawater prepared as once did the fishermen Salento.

Along with Catherine, I met a woman who casually strolling along the beach at Torre Santa Sabina, I visited places that have long wanted to see. After talking for a long time, encouraging me to get off the rocks for a swim, a single recommendation: “Cynthia, this place alive with the spirit of the South.“

Our tour started in Polignano a Mare, a picturesque village perched on a rocky outcrop overlooking the sea. Many remember him for being the birthplace of Domenico Modugno, I remember especially the poetry of its landscape.

While traveling I like to share thoughts and photos on the net. It’ so that people who follow me in my itinerary, as well as send the warmth and nostalgia of the countries that have been forced to leave, advise me and direct me. A more intense way to live the journey.

Thanks to the information Emanuela comment in a photo, Polignano I tasted for the first time the granita with whipped cream and coffee 'Supermago Frost', an ice cream shop in the historic founded by Joseph Campanella 1935.

The next stop was in San Michele Salentino, in the province of Brindisi. A country where young people want to vent their poetry with real 'attacks poetic’ written on the walls.

After the poem the story. A Brindisi, as in all the towns in Apulia, there is much. Here I visited the Duomo and Columns, alte ben 19,20 meters, symbol of the city and the end of the Appian Way.

This is the Land of the Ravines. The friend Rosana Tinella introduced me to one of Mottola. A ravine consists of a series of caves carved into the rock, which houses three stone churches full of graffiti High Middle Ages.

Between visits, and the other I have not had to miss a dish of orecchiette and dragged married in tomato sauce with fresh ricotta cheese, accompanied by the traditional slices of watermelon. Catherine told me that this mix of different size dough is prepared together on purpose for a better outcome of the dish.

We could not miss an evening dedicated to Pizzica. A very old traditional dance of Salento which refers to the movement that gave relief to women plucked from the tarantula, Salento term to indicate the tarantula.

There are shows that nature has to offer and that you can not lose…

If I close my eyes, the mind and thoughts go out to the land. I miss its trulli and its white houses, its sea, rocks and wild shores. I miss the olive trees, the red earth, the chirping of crickets and cicadas. I miss the scent of fig trees burned by the sun, flowers with bright colors, the stone walls and the sound of the wind ...

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