High heat was the story of the day, but thanks to the fruits of the land, sustenance and shade was always close at hand.

We ate figs, cherries, apricots, pears, strawberries, gooseberries, currants, arugula, capers, and several berries I had never heard of before and can’t remember at the moment.

Almost all of the day was spent on bike trails, some paved, some gravel, some rocky.

We rode on an old aqueduct that went from pavement, to dirt rode, to gravel, to rocks.

The sites, again, were beautiful.

The Seven Evergreen was far and away the bike of choice. The narrow tires of my road bike proved no match for the rugged terrain. Rocks, thorns, glass, and who knows what else brought my weekly flat total to six.

Home to the most Trullis in the world, is the town of Alberobello.

Started from the bottom…

The top.

A land of make believe in the flesh.

After lunch, we headed for home by way of more views and an espresso.

Atop each village, we were rewarded with parks, fountains, and views.

And dorks.

Espresso, and iced espressos, were also a theme of the trip. In Italy, the coffee is good everywhere from gas stations to cafes.  This cafe was in Locorotondo, a city with incredible history, but one I will remember as the city with the most “o’s” in all of Italy.