Sep 07, 2010
Sep 06, 2013
. The saleslady even adjusted it on him.
Saturday after sleeping in (can’t seem to get enough sleep here) and recovering our passports, we were off to Alberobello. It’s a small town heading toward the heel of the boot. We stopped for lunch along the way and had a great lunch with some pointing and smiling, and hoping that there was no shellfish in what we ordered since Randy is allergic to shellfish. Alberobello is home to a village of Trulli houses. These are conical houses with stone roofs. Think of the Smurf’s village. The story goes that they could easily be dismantled and moved in case the tax man was coming. We left there about dusk and travelled by GPS route, meaning back winding roads toward Matera.
Randy and I had one of those weekends that are the entire reason we attempted this great adventure. We started out taking the train to Shoe Alley. It's an outdoor market that specializes in shoes, but has lots of other stuff as well. We could have driven to the market, except there was an air pollution warning issued that restricted travel in the city. No cars were to be used inside Naples from 7:30 AM until 5:30 PM. Apparently, we are the only ones that heeded that warning. So off on the train, and a good bit of a walk, to find the market. We started out with at least the streets we needed to follow, and then for some reason I suggested a right turn. I have no sense of direction here, but right it was. An extra 10 minutes on a 30 minute walk, and we found the market. It was a successful trip. Our friend found some boots, I got some fabric to cover a dining room chair that had gone threadbare, and Randy found shoes (made in Italy, even the box says so!!) and his murse. That’s a male purse for you uninitiated