Temperature warmed to the 60's on the way down. One interesting site was a group of horses gathered on the top of a high knoll. There's plenty of pasture surrounding the knoll, so it's hard to understand why they would all move to the top. Maybe to catch the first rays of sunlight? Maybe to enjoy the views? Maybe only one horse was up there and the others decided to be neighborly?
"Buon Giorno" greetings are commonplace beyond the edge of town, and maybe a few added friendly words. My favorite encounter was on a dirt road I was descending, when a guy came zipping up in his Fiat-like auto, lady-friend at his side, window wide open, one arm waving and hollering out a hearty, "BUON GIORNO!" as if to declare this one of the best days ever. Perhaps it is.
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