Several years ago some friends recommended the film “All the Real Girls.” “You’ll love it,” they said. They were right. Sweet, sad, awkward and real, it touches a place in me that no other movie has. Part of its appeal is its sound. It’s quiet. It’s not forced — sounds like life. This morning, for the third time during our stay here, I went to a yoga class. Near the end, as the instructor had us lying quietly in savasana, this music, this peacefulness, entered me. This evening it rained. After it stopped and the sun came out, I took Charlie for a walk, surrounded by an endless, beautiful sky.