An enchanted strip of land where time seems suspended between past and future and is clothed in infinity; where when the chirping of cicadas on sunny summer afternoons falls silent dozing among the branches of centuries-old olive trees and among the thorny shadows of prickly pears, you seem to hear the magical flute of the Fauns; a strip of land dense with history, rich in culture, quivering with vitality, celebrating its gaiety among the waves of the sea and capturing you with its inexhaustible mysteries: this is Salento, finibus terrae where the earth ends and a new world begins.