If you are lucky, you will in your life find yourself in a place that just fits, like a glove, a place that wraps around you like a comfortable sweater and settles your soul. I surprised myself by discovering that one such place was the little village in Wales where we moved for my husband’s job. Where Frances Mayes found many similarities of life in a Tuscan village to the one knew as a child in the South, I too saw similarities in the rural Welsh village. It was a place filled with quirky characters, where you could hardly walk through town without encountering a half-dozen acquaintances for a chat or a…