Mays roadtrip

Do you remember those Droste boxes from the past? Where a woman held a cookie tin in her hands and on that cookie tin was another picture of that woman with the cookie tin and on that cookie tin, and so on? It has even become a general term: the Droste effect. One thing within another. Our variant is the vacation within a vacation. Because we have a little house in Southern Italy, there is a danger that every vacation becomes more or less the same. Eating at Da Michele, lunching at La Rotonda, a day at the beach at Coccaro, once everything on repeat and back home. Delicious, I love repetition, but our daughters sometimes want something different and I want to feed their heads with memories and impressions.

Actually, the idea was to make the crossing to Greece, but that turned out to be a logistical nightmare, so the idea arose to road trip from Puglia to Sicily.

Pilgrimage destination becomes a tiny hotel with a restaurant where top chef Giorgio Locatelli sometimes wakes up with a moist mouth.

Everything served there is according to the catch of the day and kilometer 0 principle.

To get there, we make a few pit stops. The first post is reached: Torre dei Fiore in Pisticci. At this moment, I am typing by the V-shaped pool on a cozy yellow towel under a palm tree. Masseria Torre dei Fiore is to the right at exactly-how-I-want-it, then continue for another three hundred meters towards better-than-you-can-imagine and take the roundabout three-quarters at the best restaurant so far. There it is.

I just knocked back two delicious lattes, am now going to take a dip, and then roll the suitcases to our car to devour kilometers around four o'clock. Final destination for today: Taormina.