The car stopped in front of the small stone hut and white windows, a gravel path led to the entrance door, some points were so far below us that it was almost possible to touch its pointed roof, although the cold prevailed in the mountains, the green landscape and the spring flowers gave their show by inviting visitors to stay outside, even in the cold wind.
A trail went down through the trees leading to the fast river with its beautiful rapids.
The landscape was exuberant, the sound of birds reminded us of old promises, and a time of great love even amid war.
— It is so beautiful, this house reminds me of a Hobbit den, it is cute.
— To call a construction almost two hundred years old cute sounds almost like an offence. — I laughed while unpacking the car.