Was it the smell of fresh figs when reading books in the hammock under the 150 year old fig tree that made me so happy? Or the smell of tomato plants in the veggies garden? The bergamot that added just that touch to our home made iced tea? The giant bush of salvia next to the outdoor shower? Yoga in complete peace in the morning by the pool? Or the subtle promise of fermenting grape juice (cold primitivo, one glass a day keeps the doctor away says Vito’s mom) in the farm 500 m down the hill, across the donkeys’ meadow? Probably it was the good care by Vito and his family that did it, sharing their cosy and comfortable treasure, Trullo Barratta, with us, and although things like grilled veggies from the trullo’s oven and a simple pasta made a wonderful dinner on the terrace, advices for restaurants were spot on too ( Gli Ulivi in Alberobello, Ai Tre Santi in Locorotondo, Bar Tripoli in Martina Franca). Thank you so much Vito & family, you gave us a beautiful memory.