Dark and ancestral rites,
violent beauty, all opened wide in the sun. And, moreover, the emerald
green of the sea, the parched trees beyond the stone walls, wide
sea-coasts with olive trees, watched by bold votive spires and gauzy
Baroque façades, as precious as laces.
This is Salento: a land
quiet and silent, between the Ionian and the Adriatic sea, similar to a
hanging garden that, for its rareness, satisfies the restless curiosity
of visitors. The geographical identikit is grounded on a few elements:
only beaches, sea and plain, that sometimes is desolating, bare and
desert, and sometimes, rich, lively and surprisingly luxuriant. Beyond
there is the Mediterranean sea.
Salento has always watched,
towards the coast in front of it. And, in return, it got an influence
still winding between the walls of the ancient villages, the
architectures and the urbanistic settings, getting into people’s
insinuating into idioms and expanding over old traditions, persisting
in a taste having an oriental turn of thought in its typical dishes.
If the sky works as
projector, the sea
a lung for a heritage rich of art, history, folklore, of a humanity
with a high spirit of warm hospitality ... where it is not difficult to
spend a holiday in human measure.