One of the reasons we are so excited to be living in Italy, is that it gives us the chance to visit a few of the cities where Michael served on his mission. Lecce is called the Florence of the south and is in the heel of the boot.
We left Friday night at about midnight and arrived in Lecce at 8:30am. We opted for the cheap seats and as a result had a rough night trying to sleep. The seats are weird, 6 in a compartment, 3 on each side facing each other. So the person you are traveling with is sitting facing you. We also got stuck right in the middle so we didn't even have a wall to lean on. The first couple hours were terrible. But then one guy got off and I could sleep across 2 seats. The last couple hours there was only 1 guy in the compartment with us, so we could sleep a bit more comfortably.
Lecce is a gorgeous city. Lots of beautiful churches and all the buildings are super old with that pretty yellowed stone.
Chiesa di Santa Croce, Church of the Holy Cross. I hate the scaffolding on it. The facade of this church is stunning.
The inside was gorgeous too.
Here's Michael at the grocery store he used to always go to when he served in Lecce.
This was the old church building. It has since moved locations.
Whenever Michael talked about Lecce he would always rave about having the best mozzarella at a little shop called Gocce Di Latte. The mozzarella is made fresh. This was one of the first places he wanted to go when we walked off the train. The only bad part was he couldn't quite remember where it was... So we ventured out and hoped he would remember. Well after about 2 hours of walking around in the hot hot sun, I started making him ask people if they knew of this little cheese shop. Luckily (and by that I mean after some prayers on my part) a kind old gentleman knew exactly where it was and gave us directions.
So here's the nice Italian man stirring a huge pot with a large wooden spoon.
Not sure what kind of cheese this is that is drying out...
FINALLY! We got some mozzarella.
And in honor of how Michael did it in the old mission days, we ate the mozzarella plain. Like biting into an apple :) I've got to say, it was the BEST mozzarella I have ever eaten. So much flavor!
We hung out for a while in Michael's favorite park. Eating some fresh cherries we bought.
Here's a typical city street in Lecce. Gorgeous!
Piazza Sant' Oronzo. There happened to be some big concert and event going on Saturday night. So later on this Piazza was packed with people!
Near the city center they had a McDonalds with, what I like to call a "walk-thru." Just goes to show what a different life style Italians live. Walking most places instead of driving giant SUVs.
Another random find in Lecce. The sign says "Obama Take Away." And there's a picture of Obama biting into a burger or something. We did NOT eat there :)
Michael remembered this super cool stationary/leather/paper/book binding store we had to stop by. The leather in this placed smelled amazing.
Another gorgeous church.
On Sunday we went to the Lecce branch. Michael was so excited to see a lot of the old contacts and members. There were about a dozen people that remembered him. He was really excited as one of his contacts that he had started teaching (in 2006) was blessing the sacrament for the first time the Sunday we were there. They also asked him to speak for a couple minutes. He talked about how we had been walking around all day (with me complaining about my feet hurting and being so tired) and how it reminded him of how hard it can be as a missionary but how important the work is. He went on to bear his testimony. I only understood what he was saying as I sat next to one of the Elders and made him translate it for me :)
After church a couple Michael knew from before invited us to their beach house and for lunch. Lecce is about 25 minutes from the coast. On the way they were telling us (telling Michael in Italian and he had to translate for me) all about this cool medieval town built inside a castle that his family is from and many of them still live in this town of 400 people. We stopped by and saw the castle and the tiny town. Then as we were driving to their house we passed a ton of olive trees (including some of their own they harvest to make olive oil). While she was cooking we walked across the street to the beach. Too bad it was Sunday and we didn't have bathing suits anyway because it was gorgeous.

Italian meal courses are very different, as there are many of them and the order is very different than in america. Antipasti (appetizer), primo (usually pasta), secondo (usually meats), contorni (vegetables often to go with your secondo or salads), dolce (a dessert or fruit for dessert). So we had pasta first. Then a spread of vegetables and meats, then fruit, then dessert. Too bad I don't like raw tomatoes since they were from her garden. Michael really enjoyed them.
The beach is right on the other side of those trees. After lunch they drove us to our hostel and we grabbed our bag and hopped on the train back to Rome.
Overall we had a great weekend in Lecce. It was so fun being in a city Michael was so familiar with. He had a great time telling me tons of stories about the different places we saw walking around. This weekend we should be visiting Cosenza, then the next weekend we are flying to Malta. We are super excited to go to Malta.