It has been cold in the Val d'Orcia over the weekend. I don't know why I get so grumpy when the weather is not the way I want it to be, but I really can not tolerate the cold, damp country houses when it is like this.
We are all so viziati (spoiled) in our presumptions of control, I suppose. And it occurs to me that even though this is where I have been longing to be, again - that I am much more attached to the 'comfort' that I had in the States than I thought I was. Something to think about.
It's just that kind of Monday, I suppose.