Ho, ho, ho...

On our way back from Matera, our GPS decided to take us to the autostrada via Bari, a city on the Adriatic. As we were driving through the olive groves (Puglia produces tons of olive oil), Warren noticed a woman sitting in an overstuffed, easy chair by the side of the road. Since it was 9:30 on a Sunday morning, he wondered if she was waiting for a ride to church. Then I saw another woman seated by the edge of the groves. The next woman we saw was pulling up her black lace boy-shorts, the only article of clothing on her lower body. Then it clicked. We were driving along the prime rural prostitution route in the area! Apparently, this sort of thing occurs throughout Italy, even in our region. I guess the police just look the other way. I'm sure those "abandoned" trulli in the groves are seeing some action by special Christmas elves.