I took Blake for a walk. Blake is the Villa's bilingual golden retriever. His tail wagged with excitement as we set out down Via Gramsci. He's a strong boy compared to my six pound Yorkie whom I miss so dearly. We walked for fifty minutes in place of my run that day. I walked alone with my thoughts and breathed in my surroundings. At one point during our walk, an older Italian man, sans hair, stepped out of his car and said, "Che bella golden" or at least that's what I heard. he then proceeded to say two other phrases that I didn't understand and ask me what my name was, "Como ti chiami?" I smiled politely and kept walking. I took solace in the relaxation, and I think I will go again tomorrow.