Italy again, another trip to plan. Last time, my brother and I surprised our mother with a trip to Rome, where unfortunately my brother couldn't make it. Now he's getting a taste of Italian life, and the good kind of Italian, not the Roman kind.
I believe that if you give something from the heart, the universe will give it back, maybe in a different form, but I'm sure it exists, just like karma. So my mum liked our last trip together and now she's invited us. We've been wondering where we should go and have finally decided on the southern Italian province of Puglia. We're looking forward to seeing how southern Italians live here and how their mentality is different compared to Rome the capital city. We're also excited to immerse ourselves in sunshine and cuisine.
DAY ONE
old town and aperol spritz
The flight was in the morning, so we got to the airport in Bari at the start of the day. The central train station was about 20 minutes away from the airport. The sun was already much stronger than at home, and it was lovely to be able to change from a jacket to a T-shirt. We quickly arranged our accommodation and set off to explore the area. Once we’d had our welcome Aperol spritz, we got our heads together and planned out the first day in Bari. My mum was a bit tricky because she doesn't really drink alcohol, so the three glasses were actually for two people. It was funny because several times during the trip she asked when we were going to have another Aperol – the second time my brother and I knew what that meant.
We walked down to the beach and watched the boats in the harbour for a while, then took a small turn towards the old town. There were lots of narrow alley streets, which made navigation tricky for Google even Maps. The history here is really fascinating. It's a great place to see how the older generation in southern Italy live. They have plenty of time for anything, and it's pretty hot anyway, so where would the hurry? The locals seemed to live on the streets, or at least it felt like social media and the internet didn't exist here. It felt like the locals were living on the streets, or perhaps it was just my impression that social media and the internet didn't exist here. The locals, young and old alike, hang out outside their houses chatting. The old ladies are known for kneading pasta, which is quite the local spectacle – they call it "orecchiette," or making pasta with ears. They shape it by hand and then dry it in the sun.
Old ladies making homemade orecchiette pasta on the street as a local attraction
Fresh fruit and vegetables every day — do they know what GMO is?
On our way we came across the castle, so we stopped in to take a look around and check out a few of the exhibitions. But what really stood out was the Basilica of St. Nicholas. My neighbour is an icon painter priest and gave me some interesting insights. We all know St. Nicholas as Santa Claus with his white beard and red suit, but he was actually a saint who performed many miracles. His bones, which have a distinctive aroma, are stored beneath the basilica, attracting numerous pilgrims.
One side of the castle - was either a quite small building or part of it was closed to tourists
There were various exhibitions, educational and digital projections aswell
My upper neighbour at home is a priest and he told me that Saint Nicholas is a great example of a life well lived in pursuit of the ultimate goal of human life, the transubstantiation. God became man so that we could become God. He takes on our nature, and we take on his. St. Nicholas shows us what we were created for: to become God-bearers. This is reflected in his life and death. Many miracles are still performed today through his relics. This is because the "energies" of transubstantiation do not leave the bodily remains of the saint. They are reunited with the soul in the resurrection. Bishop St Nicholas is remembered so vividly by Christians because he was a great example of active love throughout his life. He was a high priest who was always ready to lend a hand.
It was quite a long walk and we were hungry, so we made a reservation at the restaurant our host recommended. It was a small restaurant, but it was really popular, so we made a booking. We had an hour and a half to wait, so we thought we’d get an appetiser somewhere else. Ham and cheese platter with olives and a beer would be a great starter. On our way back, I noticed giant octopus sandwiches, so I decided to try one. It's easy to get it wrong with the frying, but it was done perfectly.
The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around, trying some focaccia — is a traditional Italian flatbread that is known for its rich, savory flavor and slightly chewy texture — and watching the locals go about their daily lives. It was a long day with lots of walking, so we had a quick rest to be ready for day two.
'Salumeria Meraviglie' in Italian means 'Delicatessen Wonders' or 'Delicatessen Treasures.' The word 'salumeria' means a deli or delicatessen, where you can buy various cold cuts, cheeses, and other gourmet items.
On the way we witnessed a serious crime
In reality, it was just a programme to promote the police in front of the town hall
DAY two
molfetta & trani
The next day we decided to visit some small towns in the neighbourhood. Luckily, these are 15-minute journeys by train. Molfetta was the next destination and after came Train. Both were lovely little fishing villages worth a few hours walk.
There was nothing compulsory to see, we just walked where our feet took us and experienced the daily life of the locals. We visited the old town, then the local harbour and fish market, then on to Trani.
Gathering for conversation in Italian style
A little health walk with friends before lunch
It was interesting to see older men getting together to talk. You can see this in almost every small town, street by street. I noticed that there were temperamental arguments, but they always ended in laughter.
The oldtimer cuckoo's egg
Old Vespa love everywhere
It was well into lunch time when we arrived, they take siesta very seriously here, and as we were running late we literally ran to find a restaurant that was still open. Luckily we found one and after lunch we had an ice cream in the harbour and then returned to Bari.
Date at the harbour
We had to wait for lunch, but in the meantime I discovered that Pininfarina is also designing a water bottles
Ice cream after lunch, of course with pistachios and caramel
Quick review of who caught bigger fish in the morning
DAY three
visiting polignano a mare
This was the day I think everyone was most looking forward to, as the most beautiful and famous pictures of Bari are taken here in the neighbouring town of Polignano a Mare and we visited here. If you want history in Bari there is the old town if you want to go to the beach then Polignano is the obvious choice, the locals come here too.
Luckily I've been to many places that are beautiful in photos but not in person, but luckily that's not what happened here. Everything really is as beautiful as in the photos. We started in the old town and then went to the famous beach section.
"The sun was so bright that even with sunglasses you could hardly see anything"
Love is in the air
My mother and brother would be enjoying the view if I wasn't taking picture of them
Strolling in the old town
Fortunately, there were still few tourists, so the place was still pleasant and kept its charm. The sea was only for the brave, so tourists waited a few months to see it :) The sun was so bright and the brightly painted buildings and squares reflected the light so much that it was hard to see anything without sunglasses, so we decided to find a beach and go for a sunbath.
Statue of the Italian singer and songwriter Domenico Modugno famous for the song Volare was born in Polignano a Mare
Pizza and Chinotto bittersweet drink is the best combo
There were lots of cats in one of the bays where we stopped to swim. Here we got into a gang war.
The weather was deceptive, we needed a jacket in the morning and a swimsuit by lunchtime. The man had not yet felt the early summer.
Tuktuk taxis were waiting for tourists at the train station. Lamborghinis would be more Italian, by the way :)
The sea was still quite cold, so I only went in knee-deep, but my brother was brave enough to take a dip. For lunch we went back to the main square where the statue of Domenico Modugno stands. We found a pizza place and chose three different pizzas, all of which were excellent. The third day went by very quickly and unfortunately we had to get back on the train to get back to the hostel to start packing and after a short walk we said goodbye to Bari.
It was a very pleasant surprise to be in the south of Italy. The people were much friendlier than in Rome and we were lucky with the food, which was delicious and the weather was perfect. I would come back any time. Thanks mum for the trip it was nice to travel together again and finally with you too my brother. I'm looking forward to our next adventure together.
arrivederci Bari
Thanks for giving the Italian way of life another chance. I’m sure Puglia has more stories for us.



