Poolia Part 3: OK Blogger

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Just when you thought Matera couldn't get any more James Bond, there's the Palombaro Lungo, an ancient cistern lurking deep underneath the city. The kind of place a supervillain perfects his brooding glare while prepping his Armageddon device.

There's only one way to take a spin around Matera. If you're lacking in an Aston Martin that is.

Actually, these tuk-tuk drivers give the ol' Aston Martin a run for her money.

Moving on up the coast, the next stop is a classic Italian villa, or rather villas. They don't make family compounds like they used to.

It's not a true villa if it doesn't come with a chef. Just like it's not a true villain unless it comes with a plot exposition monologue.

Ciao bambino.

Puglia is known for its hearty, rustic fare. Ryan is known for his hearty, rustic appetite. 

The port town of Otranto is just the kind of place a seafarer might cobble together a consortium of investors for an expedition to the New World, seeking fame, fortune, and influencer deals.

Uhm, next time you write a check for the angel round you might want to make sure the founder isn't going to blow it all on a leather-trimmed luxury powerboat.

If you're both influencing, who exactly is driving this thing?

Not him.

Forget the New World, the Old World will do nicely thank you very much.

Why hello there, could you be any more Italian?

No wonder he's lurking around the cove in his speedos.

A toast to a voyage well sailed. 

Ice... cream dead ahead! 

No, no, this is Italy, with an I, not an Ea. If you want pasta, get to kneading.

Ah hah, turns out the voyage to the New World wasn't totally in vain, for treasures were plundered.

This is what DALL-E would come up with if you put in: The magic of an endless childhood summer on the southern tip of Italia.