Chapter 17
I’d gotten into a routine of sorts over the past couple of weeks. Time had flown by, and I’d flitted from the trattoria to making orecchiette, to late-night supper feasts. There hadn’t been a lot of time to check out more of Bari other than the old town on my morning walks, but that was okay. I was here doing what I needed to do. I’d already learned so much about day-to-day life in Bari. My number one takeaway was that it was relaxed, much more relaxed than Melbourne. Shops meant to open at nine am, often didn’t till nine-fifteen or whenever the owner arrived. When people said they’d be ten minutes, they were more like half an hour. Directions were explained vaguely, and because of the many narrow lanes and streets of the old town interconnecting like a maze, it often took way
