Pilates, I discover, is more challenging to do on soft, cushy, bumpy grass than yoga. But I got it done. As our Kat is under the weather today, the gang just hangs out.
The lemon and garlic infusion tea Lucia made seemed to help–as did a solid day of rest.
I got a nice chunk of writing done, despite the distraction of the view. Also saw people working in the vineyard today–and the big, odd tractor that goes over the rows. I’ve yet to see any of the deer or wild boars that we’re told wander hereabouts–but I’m hoping I will.
Lucia makes us an amazing salad to leave for our lunch–as we have leftovers–and picks it all straight out of the garden. That fresh, fresh lettuce, carrots, tomatoes, cucumbers. I try some of the red pepper olive oil on mine–a good and delicious bite.
Read, wander, take a nap(!) Naps are so out of my routine I wake up thinking it’s morning. Nice that it was only afternoon, and there’s more time to plop down in the shade and read some more–and now with a glass of wine.
Before I know it, it’s time for another amazing sunset. Tonight as there are more clouds (rain’s coming) it’s even more spectacular. The overlayment of clouds is burnished gold above the red ball of the sinking sun, and the horizon is brilliantly layers in pink and red streaks. The light gets softer, softer, the colors more intense and luminous. Then the sun sets but leaves what looks lake a simmering fire over the peak of the distant hill. It just holds there, and holds, keeping the big cloud over it all shimmering gold on its underbelly.
On the other side of the sky, the moon’s nearly full. As it rises, it hazes with the clouds that may bring a storm tonight.
Then it’s time for dinner. God, I’m so spoiled now, I want Antoinella to come live with me, and cook every day. Potato and carrot soup with sage, then a pasta, then meatballs and chicory right out of the garden. Followed by some amazing sort of whipped cream with chunks of chocolate.
I can’t eat all of any of it, but that’s not the cook’s fault. It’s all just wonderful. And the wine we had tonight is made from grapes we can see just down from the front of the villa.
We secure everything that’s under the awning, in case we get that storm. If I had the energy–and it wasn’t totally, country dark, I’d go out and walk a few miles just to work off that meal.
Must do a serious work-out in the morning!
But tonight, it’s relaxing with the sound of busy cicadas, and nothing else.