Our road trip through southern Italy wasn't all just sunshine and almond blossoms. Our rout took us along the pirate-plagued adriatic coast, where towers kept watch from every projecting spur, whitewashed towns perched on rocky peaks,
and labyrinthine streets confused foreigners (us)(especially us trying to park the fiat).
There were castles with walls five feet thick.
Gruesome reminders of one fateful attack when turkish pirates massacred 800 townspeople.
They decided to put them in the church walls- a nice textural element to set off the brass candlesticks.
Ok. Ok. We didn’t encounter any actual pirates. But, we did meet . . .
the fearsome . . .
the gigantic . . .
the awe-inspiring . . .
Senor Lemonster. Who was, no kidding, about the size of my head.
There was also a snarly lion:
And some gnarly, scary scampi
Who made a delightful accompaniment to polenta.
So you can see it wasn't all fun and games. Anyone heading this way best take necessary precautions.
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