“You cannot kill a breeze, a wind, a fragrance; you cannot kill a dream or an ambition.”Michel Onfray
The birds are singing again, another day is rising. The sunlight slowly penetrates through the window that was accidentally left a bit open yesterday evening.
The cotton sheets caress my skin and I’m not quite sure I want to get up yet…
I finally give in and open the door; a sweet cool breeze feels like a melody playing in the silence of this enchanted and yet so common spot on Earth.
I am in a “Masseria”, a typical rural house in Valle d’Itria the central and inland part of the Apulia region.
The Masserias, or better Masserie (plural in Italian), were estate buildings built between the 16th and 17th century. At the time Spain needed cereals and gave the concession to the Barons to build and exploit this land in southern Italy.
I have not grown up in such a place, but I have spent several summers in my uncle’s Masseria and it was a blast. By chance, or maybe driven by a subconscious will of retracing what has been, I booked a few days in a similar place.
It’s only writing this that memories come to mind. I was 5 years old and dreamed of this: I wanted to live in a Masseria by the sea!