Greetings from near Castelina in Chianti

Greetings from near Castelina in Chianti:
Our new digs are located in a medieval village in Chianti Classico, among the grape vineyards and olive orchards on the grounds of the Rocca delle Macie Winery. I'm not sure where the actual winery is, we certainly cannot see if from here.
When I say medieval village, I mean this was a village at one time, but in medieval times. When the present owner's father, Rocca delle Macie bought the deserted farm, planted olive trees and installed a simple stone olive press in 1984, the building we are living in, and the buildings surrounding us, were hulks and piles of brick and stone. Now, each structure has been updated and modernized. Like many things in Italy, a combination of the ancient and the new. The larger buildings have several rooms, like a large comfortable inn, and the former cottages and working buildings have each been converted into cottages. Ours is one of these.
Our cottage sits slightly apart on the edges of the village near the laundry. On the first night here, while enjoying wine just off the patio just after sundown. The shadows in the olive orchard that borders our small yard began to move. As Carol peered into the orchard, her eye caught the furtive glance of a small creature peeking into our clearing, and then carefully backing back into the darker recess of the orchard. Thus began our strange dance with our evening friend. Miele the gray fox.
Miele is a practiced dancer, just after the sun goes down, Meile is everywhere we go throughout the village, but never, ever, within reach. When we walk through the village where others might be present, she is in the shadows, or stealthing along the rock walls and gardens, protected by the laurel hedges, boxwood and cyprus trees.
Miele (“Honey”) the fox is the color of the brown smokey, pungent chestnut honey that can be purchased in the local allementare' and specialty shops. She has the delicate and playful features and demeanor of a small terrier, with a perfectly proportioned bottleneck brush of a tail.
I have a feeling Meile has done this dance before with the guests of our cottage. Her dancing seems to be wild but practiced. At times she looks like the dog of my youth, wagging and prancing in the window as the family pulled into the driveway. At other times she looks wild. Her razor sharp teeth and wary eyes catching the light from the cottage windows.
Once again, Maddie, thank you for doing such a masterful job of getting inside our heads and putting us in a place we can relax and enjoy sights and sounds that are unique and unfamiliar from a safe and relaxing perspective.
A word about the people in Italy. With few exceptions, they have been helpful and patient. When trying to understand our earnest attempts to communicate, they have patiently corrected us. Usually with a smile and a chuckle. A tip when communicating in the grocery store:
“Quanto costa” means “how much does this cost”?
“Quanto costo” means “how much do you cost”?
If your reading this blog, again, my humble apologies, young lady!!