I made a single day-trip from Lecce to the seaside town of Gallipoli, Italy, (not to be mistaken for the WWI battle-famous Gallipoli in Turkey, and the popular movie about it.) It was a nice slow train ride from Lecce, through the heavily agricultural Salento, to the west coast of the peninsula. Gallipoli’s ‘Old Town’ is on a small island. I took most of the day walking through it and around the seawall. I had a delicious clam linguini lunch at an outdoor café overlooking the Gulf of Taranto. There weren’t any other tourists around, and I had the café to myself. The waiters were somewhat bored, but were very welcoming. We fell into easy conversation, their English being much better than my Italian, and we talked for an hour or more as I slowly ate my meal. We discussed everything from history, to politics, to things I should see while in Gallipoli. They were very good people and, like most of the people with whom I interfaced in Italy, well-educated and intelligent.