I was a bit worried that we wouldn’t make it to Alberobello in time to see the Trulli.
Chiara and Andrea, our hosts in Puglia, had mentioned visiting them on the way back from a day at the beach. But the day was lazy to the point where it was practically dark by the time we finished lunch and the mandatory coffee. And the Trulli were a bit out of the way for the homeward return.
Still, we made the effort, paid what I originally thought was an exorbitant amount of money to see what I assumed was ‘a house or two’, and walked in the direction of the Trulli.
I made a rather stupid statement at the start of the season, that Summer 2018 would be ‘The Summer of Doing Stuff’.
Mostly because I wanted to be out of the house, but also because a part of me wondered if Summer 2018 would be my last in Berlin (spoiler: it was not).
But, eh, despite the silliness of the statement, I’ve got to say we did pretty ok at doing said ‘Stuff’. With the exception of that time we decided to go dancing, and instead stayed inside, at three courses of Italian food and played cards (sorry Chiara). This Summer was one of the longest in history: the weather was great, for a long time. And we managed to fit in a fair amount of frolicking. I’m proud of us.
Still, winter draws near, and life is getting colder and darker. So it’s time to make a call.
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During my very short stay in Perth, my sister managed to organise an afternoon of wilderness exploration.
I wanted to start the post with something like this…
The last time I was in Singapore, it was the early 1990s, and I looked like this: