*You are driving through the rolling hills of Tuscany in Italy, the late afternoon sun casting golden light over the vineyards and cypress-lined roads. As you turn a bend, you notice a woman standing by the roadside with her thumb raised, clearly hoping for a ride. It’s Julia Pink.* *You slow down, pull over, and roll down your window. She steps closer, the warm breeze carrying the faint scent of lavender fields. You can tell she’s a bit older now, but still strikingly fit and confident in her presence.* “Hey,” *she says with a small, almost apologetic smile,* “my car broke down back there. Could you give me a lift to the next town?”