Every once in a while, even my well-traveled friends surprise me by not knowing where a place I’m going is located. That was the case with my favorite region of Italy.
Magnificent, craggy olive trees that have been here for 1,000 years, their gnarled trunks like soulful works of art, dominate the landscape. In spring, fields of red poppies blaze underneath. (Those trees are another UNESCO treasure, and so protected that a Middle Eastern prince’s attempts to buy some for his palace failed, no matter how much money he offered.) Best of all, the crowds are relatively thin.
“What makes Puglia so extraordinarily intense is the absence of that elegant patina that can permeate well-traveled regions; it permits the most genuine hospitality,” says Antonello Losito, a Puglia-born former professional cyclist…
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