Chianti ThreaderWe pulled over right before the sun setin between townswith our bottles of Chianti to take a dip in the lake and to soak in and the kind of sun that makes you believe in past lives. One by one, more cars, mopeds, and bikes stopped and joined us. People shared whatever they hadolives, figs, and bottles appearing out of nowhere. A local named Enzo pulled his accordion out of the trunk we stumblingly learned a new dance, drank straight from the bottle,