Another day was spent wandering those perfect green hills.
B took a quick dip in the lake, and then we packed up. On our way down, we spotted something good in the trees. We picked what we could, trying to beat the storm. The same problem always comes up once you start and keep spotting them. You just want to keep going. The rain eventually got to us, and we had to leave.
On the way down, I took in the scenic mountain drive with a bag of porcini mushrooms in my lap, just in time for dinner and a lazy evening in that cozy house.
I will always be thankful that he introduced me to this place and that I can keep coming back with him. Not taking any of it for granted.
