Rita’s cooking class was a great introduction to traditional Puglian cuisine, which is probably among the best in Italy (although that’s a tough call… food is good everywhere in this country). For a month, I had a lovely kitchen to…
A Cooking Day in Puglia
Just a few days after installing myself in Monopoli, my home base for in Puglia for the next month, we attended a cooking class organised by Rita at her Cucina in Masseria. Unlike a typical cooking class for an evening,…
Nuns’ Breasts and Antique Ovens of Altamura
Sometimes it’s good to head into the unknown without a plan. The only thing that was certain was the accommodation for the next two nights and that it might be nice to stop in Altamura, renowned for its bread. Indeed,…
Siena is not Vienna
We arrived in Siena later in the evening, having been completely consumed by San Gimignano. It is as unlike Vienna as a city could possible be. Cramped, twisting, all mostly of bare brick, it is the opposite of Vienna’s grand…
Two Towns of Tragedy (and Love). And Parma.
Verona. Well first of all, our apartment was located 50 metres from Juliet’s apartment, but unlike Juliet we didn’t have a balcony. However, I did meet my Romeo for the next few days. I suppose I could get into all…
The Highway on My Way
The gods of traffic must have been with us on the longest leg of the trip from Prague to Vipiteno, because apart from 20 minutes spent in a queue on the Pilsen highway, we miraculously avoided all other jams… and…