My gang returned from adventures in climbing. Many, many steep steps it’s reported to reach the castle in Sarteano. The castle will be a THOUSAND years old next year. A thousand. Years. Old. One of the Borgias sacked it because, after all, Borgias.
They had lunch in the same place we stopped on our drive in. I missed the pizza–and the old men playing cards, both of which I’d have enjoyed. But apparently I also missed the ripped and gorgeous Italian studs doing road work shirtless. BW was driving so no pictures–and Kat confessed she was mostly just ogling and drooling. LOL.
Writing will have to be my righteous reward. Also the reading in the shade of the big trees, and the unexpected little nap there.
And a lovely, lovely evening, with our traditional watching the sun set, then the big, fat moon rise. More and more time between these events as the week goes on, and the days grow shorter.
On a little walk before dinner I saw the biggest jackrabbit I’ve ever encountered. For a second I thought it must be a very small deer. But no, a very big wild hare!
This morning is beautiful. I just leaned out the window of my little ‘office’ to lovely temperatures, a slight breeze. The big sprinkler’s going down below shooting out mists of water with hardly a sound. The countryside is quiet and still.
I have to pick this morning’s workout and get ready for our last day.