UN ESTATE ITALIANA
An Italian Summer. In the summer of 2014 I traveled to Italy, my son in tow, to visit with my wife's family: an opportunity for her to reconnect to roots. From her home town of Turin in the north to Puglia in the far south we criss crossed the country reconnecting with family and friends.
In many ways the sirocco, the damp wind blowing across the Mediterranean from North Africa, framed our time in the south. More persistent than usual it buffeted the coast, forcing holidaying Italians off the beach.
Moving north, in Rome and Venice, where my wife spent her university years, it seemed tourists out numbered the locals. With the cities arterial nodes clogged, these giants of civilisation concealed their best. Night was our escape, the hordes having retreated indoors, we ventured out.
We roamed: via Puglia's hellish roads in the south, by train in the north and by foot. Family, food and wine our salvation.
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