Finding my no-fly zone

Mostly, I was finding it hard to cope with being me. As an introvert, I find the busy-busy itineraries and non-stop chatter of group press trips mentally exhausting. I was in Puglia brewing myself a stove top espresso when I realized the deep cultural gulf between Italy and Canada. I was staying in a masseria, a fifteeth century former hunting lodge, outside the town of Altumura, with a handful of American and Canadian travel writers. We were trying out a cultural tourism package developed by local cultural preservation societies and a Canadian-based sustainable tourism provider, and I was miserable.