This evening I’m sitting on our balcony, grateful for the cool stillness of the evening. This is the time of day I relish: sightseeing and discovering finished, comfy nightgown on, the life of the village below as I listen to bits of conversation and neighborhood banter. Lights flicker on the hillsides, reminding me of villages visited in the past few days. . .Manciano, Pitigliano, Podere di Montemerano. Swallows dive and screech. Hillsides turn pink. The earth recovers from the scorching daytime heat and sun, and so do I.