It was the first time I was without internet for a while. All five of us sharing the tastefully restored trullo, in the heel of the Italian boot, experienced a momentary panic. The antidote, a lush herb garden of lavender, rosemary and thyme for evening tea; a freshly gravelled ancient aqueduct for the morning jog; an afternoon dip in the pool; followed by lunch of sun-drenched tomatoes, buratta, a glass of chilled local wine; and silence, golden silence.
The trulli, scattered around the Apulian countryside make for a unique base in Italy's sweetest hideaway spot. Ours was located less than 10km from the charming hillside towns of Ostuni, Martina Franca, Cisternino, and less than a half hour drive of the Adriatic coast. Surrounded by olive and almond groves, the area lends itself to peaceful afternoons strolling, reading, writing or napping in the shade.
When we returned my travel companions, who come from all over Europe, each wrote to tell me that the week in Apulia was the best holiday they had ever had.