A rainy day in Camaiore. We are happily spending much of our time enjoying our view from the veranda. I believe I can see cruise ships on the horizon , perhaps taking the route of friends who are heading to Italy later this month. We may venture down the mountain and drive to Pisa or, we may stay right where we are and be very content, listening to birds, real birds, not seagulls, a rooster, the occasional bah of sheep and I just heard the beautiful singing voice of an Italian woman. Yesterday, we heard a man singing in Italian and learned he is the gardener of nearby AirB&B property where new neighbors are expected later today. We hope they speak at least a little English. It is not true that all Italians speak English, especially off the path of most tourists.