Living Italian

🌿 A Day in Ostuni with A Quiet Home

‍Fresh seafood, golden light, white stone. And maybe, a home quietly waiting for you.

image of a historic courthouse

‍Morning — Where light and limestone meet

We wake up at Masseria Dagilupi, a former 17th-century olive mill, now a haven of slow elegance.
Thick whitewashed walls, arching ceilings, olive trees that rustle like silk.
There’s no TV. Just the sound of moka coffee brewing and the hum of stillness.

From the valley, Ostuni shines in the morning light.
We walk through narrow streets — some restored, some gently crumbling.
Behind one faded door, a small noble townhouse with vaulted ceilings. You can see the bones beneath the years.
It feels like it’s waiting for someone who will truly listen.

Lunch — Where the sea still lives in people’s hands

We drive down to Villanova, Ostuni’s quiet seaside hamlet.
Here, the sea isn’t decoration — it’s memory, work, story.

Lunch is at Si Sea Villanova, a local favorite with tables right on the port.
Raw seafood, vongole pasta, a crisp white wine from nearby vines.
The owner tells us his grandfather once sold nets here. The boat is still moored just across the street.

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Afternoon — A gelato, a view, a thought

Back in Ostuni, the sun begins to soften.
We stop for gelato at Cremeria alla Scala, tucked beneath a flowering arch.
Flavors like almond, fig, and rosemary — soft, earthy, real.
We sit on a stone bench and watch the shadows crawl across a two-story home with a sea-facing terrace.
Its shutters are closed. A broken flower pot rests on the steps.
“One day,” we whisper, “someone will open those windows wide and cook barefoot.”

Evening — Wine, stone, and silence

Dinner is at Masseria Moroseta, a retreat suspended between architecture and soul.
Raw concrete, olive wood, vegetables harvested that morning.
Everything is quiet — the voices, the lights, the flavors.
In the distance, we glimpse a restored trullo, used now as a sculptor’s studio.
The stone still breathes.‍

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A day where everything speaks softly:

  • the walls, asking to be touched
  • the homes, waiting for new stories
  • the food, rooted and reverent
  • the hours, slow and generous

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