Tuesday June 7
This morning after breakfast I went out to explore Ostuni, and just outside my hotel I found I had a great view of the centro storico (historic center) of Ostuni! It is easy to see why Ostuni is called Città Bianca, the white city.
It was a short walk to the centro and there were photo opportunities around every corner, especially since it was early and not too many people were out yet.
I went inside the cathedral, a 15th century Romanesque-Gothic style church dedicated to the Madonna of the Assumption. It was really beautiful.
While browsing around the narrow alleys in Ostuni, I ran into Lucia, the girl I met yesterday on the shuttle bus. She showed me her house, which is tiny but spotless and meets her needs. Actually for a 19 year-old girl to be living on her own and supporting herself in southern Italy, she is doing great. I was impressed with her motivation when she told me she wants to be independent.
Needless to say, her traditional Italian parents do not approve. I encouraged her, and if she can get an education, she has a good chance of doing well. She was very inspiring, and reminded me of a time when my son moved to NYC at the age of 20. Go Lucia!
I spent the afternoon in my hotel doing some writing and catching up on laundry, and deciding how to spend the next few days in Puglia. I also discovered the great rooftop view from my hotel!
Just before I went to bed I heard this horrific noise from the bathroom, and suddenly water was everywhere. A pipe had burst as the radiator/hot water heater that is attached to the wall broke off. I couldn’t see any way to shut off the water and immediately called the front desk. Within minutes the bathroom as well as the bedroom were flooded. So at 11:30 pm I was packing things up and moving to another room. The upside to this saga was that I now had a room with a view of the centro!
I love your little Lucia friend. Tell her bellisimo or whatever is appropriate for encouragement from me. In regards when your boy went to NYC to live I was interested to hear how you felt about it. At the time I thought you were insane. You always were the one to make the best of a situation. I am so busy preparing for disasters that I am never optimistic.
I cannot believe you had to go to Italy to have a flood. We have so much flooding here you could have stayed home! Still we do not have much in the way of midnight indoor flooding! Only you Margie!
Wonderful southern town. I am always amazed when I encounter ancient cobblestone streets in Italy , like the one shown on that beautiful photo you posted. To think of the people that walked the same paths centuries ago, is just amazing!