I have always had a secret crush on Italy. Not Florence or Rome mind you, but rather the Italy of olive tree covered rolling hillsides and crystal clear, turquoise seas along an undeveloped coastline. Someplace where friendly tratorias serve fish right out of the sea and salads straight from the local campagna. Where the vino bianco is as local as the clientele, and no one, but no one, speaks decent English... if any at all. Hah! You say. Dream on. Well, guess what?
|The plates disappeared as fast as the three guys shucking could shuck.|
|Paradise can be found just north of Gallipoli in the Gulf of Taranto on the Ionian Sea|
|Heading to lunch - this busy spot has it's own small fishing boat and offers only the daily catch|