Puglia is rich in tradition. It’s a place where culture is built on hospitality, where the most important conversation of the day is often what you’ll be eating and with whom, where wine flows freely (and cheaply), where fruit grows in abundance around every corner, falling off the heavy trees and into your lap, where the sea is a piercing turquoise, a color so intense you can hardly believe you’re allowed to go in, where coastline is always in the near distance, where the peaceful olive trees are overwhelming in number.

We were welcomed to Ostuni by happy and generous farmers, always sharing a good bottle of Primitivo and chatting away over homemade food straight from their backyard. The warmth in this countryside emanates as much from the spirit of the people here as it does from the bright sun and sea breeze. I imagine every new guest in Puglia is welcomed, more or less, as we were: with smiles, open arms, good wine, fresh food. We want to do the same with our home. When you have good company, good food, good wine and a place to lay your head in southern Italy, you don’t need much else.