In Puglia, people gather all together on Sunday for lunch. The whole week, everybody awaits nothing else but this moment.
It is the official “sacred” time when people make time to sit around a table to tell stories, talk about moments of past life and endless days of work.
We are used to hectic rhythms of life. Those rhythms, very often keep us away from the family, we have lunch at different times, and very often we meet only at the end of the day.
But why is Sunday in Puglia so important?
The day begins calmly, no alarm sounds, no particular burden. The delicious smell of ragù coming from the kitchen makes you wake up.
You get up, and you reach the mother in the kitchen who, the moment she sees you, she gives you a kiss on the forehead (even if you are 40 years old 😊) and prepares you coffee.
Then the morning flows slowly, some people get ready to go to Mass, others watch TV, go to the piazza (popular squares in Italy where people gather) to chat with friends, others decide to read a book. At lunchtime, the doorbell starts to ring like crazy: the members of the family return home, to get all together.