Travel Mystery: Are those Gunshots?
Sun rising over the nearby fields and orchards
It's just after dawn in Puglia, and I'm sitting on the balcony of our farmhouse. It's cloudy and a little chilly. I have coffee.
It's quiet except that in the distance, coming from several directions, I can hear what sounds like gunshots echoing over the fields. I'm guessing it's farmers scaring birds away from their olives as the harvest is about to begin. Maybe it’s people hunting. From the active sound of birds chirping near me, our (inactive) farm is a refuge.
This is entirely guesswork
Given that virtually no one here speaks English, and my Italian is barely up to ordering wine and cheese, I probably will never know.
I’m breathing in the mystery.
