Aurora and Luca discovering the truest Puglia, the one that goes beyond the tourism and crowds of Alberobello: in the Murgia farmhouse where the prefix agri continues to make sense, where cultures meet, where the sense of family makes you want to build one, where catching chickens together with Rosa and Mauricio reconnects with the ancient knowledge of the farmer. Let’s see how it went.

“If you tell me Puglia I say: taralli, pasticciotti, mare and mambo salentino. Of course. That’s what I’ve always seen. And instead, the further we go, the more I realize that it is the land that calls to me and not the coast. It is the hinterland, the primitive forest, the wild, the uninhabited peasant. Of every region: the ancient and authentic lump.”

“Rosa and Mauricio have olive trees, almond trees, a vineyard, some vegetable garden, wheat, chickens and sheep. All organic. They don’t sell what they produce, it’s enough for their family and the clients of the agriturismo, and that’s okay. They drink their own wine, season with their own oil, knead bread and focaccia with a very old sourdough and flour from their own wheat. They feed themselves with vegetables from the garden, eggs from their chickens, and meat from their lambs. They told us about a summer with an endless harvest of peppers, peppers everywhere, peppers of which the scraps went to the hens. Ste hens at one point started making eggs with very red yolks that looked alien. It drives me crazy about this organic thing: everything you move, you see it again a little further.”

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