It was a pleasant morning walk, through the sunny roads of the deserted seaside resort of Torre Santa Sabina. Tendered houses, friendly dogs and Italian coffee. About the latte(r), I’ve order a latte and was observing the barista while he was working his magic. My order amused his colleague, who was observing me getting my “latte” – a big glass of steamed milk. In Italian “latte” means milk, and for a coffee you need to specify “cafe latte”. Noted.
100 km later and we’ve arrived to Bari with its small market of homemade pasta, vintage Vespas, picturesquely drying clothes on every other balcony and an iconic design of Bialetti moka express. Enjoying the road perhaps a bit longer than we’ve planned we made the last kilometres in the dark, arriving to Castelpagano just after sunset.