Yesterday was a sun-chasing day. We found it. And we had a huge beach to ourselves. That has to be the bonus of Italy at this time of year. We haven't heard another Brit since we got off the plane. As Stu pointed out "everyone is Italian". In fact Stu had a deep conversation in Italian with a chap in a white coat in Ceglie yesterday. We were looking for a bakery. White coat = baker...right? Nope. Barber (Stu managed to come to that conclusion when he peeped in the chap's shop and they both mimed scissors). And a very kindly barber at that. He seemed to want to get in the car with us to show us the way to the bakery around the corner. Nice chap. As Stu was hungry he came out of the bakery with a big bag of bread and a variety of Italian cookies. They were bloody awful. One type even had aniseed flavouring in it. Stu had a rude awakening this morning. He felt something bite his shoulder. And for once it wasn't me. As we couldn't see anything we ignored it. Getting out of bed at a leisurely pace. Then we saw something...on his side of the bed. He says it was some kind of centipede. I'm sleeping standing up tonight - in the middle of the room. It's very windy today. Blowing the garden furniture around kind of windy. And cloudy. But still warm. So we set off for a stroll in the local area. And arrived back at the trullo to no electricity or water. But at least the sun was out. Fairy Stu... Got a bit of dirt on my white pumps! And Stu's trainers STINK.
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