There are two Americans, both from NYC ... an Australian, a Belgian, and a woman from Rwanda, and me ... that New Zealander.
There is lasagna, red wine, lots of Belgian beers and there's this exquisite sheepdog creature who chases that ball that he drops at the feet of anyone who might care to throw it for an hour and two.
There's an excellent soundtrack playing and the air is warm. We're out in the countryside, all cooking and talking and mocking some ... as happens sometimes.
Life is kind of beautiful really.