Sipping our morning coffee we decide to brake the rules of our extremely strict schedule and stay one more night in Torre del Colle. If you find a place that makes you time travel you ought to spend a little bit more time there. Twenty kilometers away lies the town of Assisi, birthplace of San Fransisco. To get there you cross tended vineyards a village called Cantalupo and many abandoned farmhouses. In some parallel universe or another stage in life I could see us buying and restoring one. Stone gives a different feel to otherwise nondescript rectangular shapes. There are a few dogs in Assisi and even more tourists, the town is beautiful and there is an uncanny consistency. All the buildings sing to the same tune when it comes to building material. Different shapes and sizes but harmonious as a whole. In a local vineyard a gang of hens march happily along the stalks, picking slugs and the odd fallen grape. Not a bad life, not a bad life at all.