I need photographs for this.........
Contentment is seeing this little sign on the tree by the roadside, just before we turn off into "our" village, and knowing that we have arrived safely after our long journey.
Contentment is being able to sit on our terrace watching the light from the setting sun fall on the mountains, listening to the sound of distant goat bells and hardly daring to believe that we're lucky enough to own our little house in such a wonderful place, and that it has safely survived another winter.
And finally, contentment is just sitting with a jug of wine (after enjoying a bowl of home-made briam) - just Karen and me, with the sounds of little owls, a distant dog, (and always, goat bells..) being amused by a pair of "kounavia" (pine martens) running along our roof.
True contentment.....