Eleven thirty AM. I’m banging away on the keyboard when the maid knocks. Not wanting to be in her way, I head downstairs. Inside is preferable for laptopping, but I don’t even stop. There are plenty of places available, including my favorite. So why outside? It’s warm enough for shorts and a T-shirt. No idea if inside temp is because of a poor quality thermostat or an accommodation to tourists coming from where it’s the middle of winter.