Here is the transition. The last sunrise over the sea in Sardegna, and the early morning over the fields in Vicenza, nella campagna. They were both beautiful. And believe it or not I've been waking up at a normal early time (7:30!) and only once in a while fall back asleep later in the day... Sardegna was beautiful, something I feel very lucky to have experienced, but also a place of the ricci, very rich. Inasmuch, I doubt I would ever feel totally comfortable in that environment, but the nature was overpowering, and calming in its egalitarian way. 

The compagna was, ancora, beautiful. It was just like out of a storybook in the mornings when I would get up and run around the cornfields. I'd wave buon giorno to the donkeys on every lap, the dogs would bark at me, and I could smell fresh cold air. Now, in the city, I miss that a lot. I nonni were also incredibly generous, and kind. And Antonia made the best food. Oh, and I ate grapes (not just any grapes, uve fragole!) off the vine. And homemade pasta everyday. And played in the backyard pool... and danced around alone in the bright turquoise bathroom.