Bella Puglia

So, I’m back. Back from my wedding. Back from my honeymoon.

I’d love to tell you I’m refreshed and relaxed and invigorated and all that, but it would be something of a lie if I did. Just who thinks it’s a good idea to take their 14-month-old on honeymoon, anyway?!

Swimming pool
Pool, prickly pears, sunloungers. What more could you need?

So wedding chat will have to wait til I’ve summoned some reserves of brain power, but in the mean time, here are a few photos of Puglia, where we “honeymooned” for ten days. (Quotation marks because it was, without a doubt, the least romantic holiday my partner and I have ever taken together. Ha ha, still, we’re promising ourselves a more romantic weekend break at some point before Christmas, which we might deem our official honeymoon. A romantic weekend break just the two of us.)

Running toddler
Cute, yes. Honeymoon-compatible, no.

Not to grinch and moan though. Puglia was beautiful. The weather was great. Our trullo was delightful. And, of course, we got to eat lots of Italian food.

The area we were staying in was, by fortune rather than design, right in the centre of the Vallee d’Itria — a stunning agricultural area almost at the very south of Italy. Every field was given over to olive trees, vines or figs. The earth here is a deep red colour and the contrast of red earth and silvery green olive trees was mind-staggeringly beautiful.

Puglia farming
Figs on the left, vines on the right, olives at the back and lots and lots of red earth

We managed to visit a few of the local towns (the sproglet very much on sufferance the whole time). Closest to us was Alberobello, a town designated a Unesco world heritage site for its proliferation of trulli. Streets and streets made up of the distinctive conical-hatted buildings.

Our own accommodation was also a trullo. Once the typical house of a peasant, now, of course, they’re super popular with tourists.

Trulli in Puglia
You can see why everyone wants to stay in one of these, can’t you?
puglia trullo
Just too picturesque

Also close by, we had a nice trip to Ostuni, one of the “white cities” of the region, whose architecture looks more Greek than Italian. We wandered little lanes (with the pram. Not intelligent with all the steps) and had an amazing lunch in a courtyard down a tiny side street.


Streets of OstuniOf all the lovely towns, restaurants and general Italian things to do, though, the sproglet was interested in one thing and one thing alone. The beach.

Savelletri beach
It was a nice beach…

Ah well, I’ll get to do kulcher again in, what, 18 years or so?

For now, it’s quite nice to be home to what, this morning, is looking to be a good season of mists…

9 thoughts on “Bella Puglia

  1. Welcome back! Goodness, holidaying with a younster is completely full on! 24/7 with the added unknown of being somewhere not so familar.
    I found holidaying with my daughter started to get more relaxed around the time when she could swim, so get those lessons booked!
    Make sure you book that weekend away. An investment in your relationship!

  2. Glad your back and blogging and hope you get that real honeymoon soon. We could never afford to travel when our kids were very toung which may have been a good thing!

  3. Welcome home! Puglia looks wonderful! You would only have worried about him if you hadn’t taken your sproglet with you and you can always go again in about 18 years!

  4. Ah, welcome to the world of “holidays” as a parent. It always feels exciting prior to leaving, like you might actually get a holiday or something … nope. Exhausting. Camping is good though. The closest thing we get to actually having a holiday. (Just not in the UK. You need warm sun.)

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