Today we finally arrived at our cottage way up north of Norway. I cannot believe the beauty we are surrounded by; the mountains are green and the ocean is deep blue. The air is fresh, I can smell the summer in the air when the gentle breeze strokes my nose. It's like watching a live painting. Like a summer dream coming true.
Me and my sister have already picked our room and unpacked. We share a big room with two soft beds. I am currently laying in mine, waiting for her to get in her swimsuit, so we can go down to the lake by the forest. It looks like a nice place to swim.
The lake is as lovely as the view from the cottage. The water isn't even that cold, really. We, as in my sister and I, have brought a blanket and a hamper filled with fresh fruit, bread and juice. It's all so well tasting – it's nothing like at home in old London! I can feel my gustatory bud being smashed with love, as if the food is dancing in my mouth. This food is doing the same to me as my favourite music does. And everyone knows that I can't sit still very long when listening to good music. Same as now. We are dancing around like a pair of maniacs, as if no one is watching – and no one is watching, so it wouldn't matter anyway!
Okay, I was wrong. Someone was watching us fool around by the lake. A guy with blonde, curly hair and blue eyes. I could tell that his body was very well built with muscles and broad shoulders, since he was wearing nothing but a pair of army green shorts, a white tank top and flip-floppers. I was assuming he was just a tad older than me. Twenty, maybe.
He asked us if we could show him the way to the nearest grocery store. Sweet and caring as we are, we went with him to his car to show him where to go. The car was smoking hot! It was a red sports car, just like the ones you only see in the movies. The guy could tell that I was impressed by the car and asked, if we wanted to go for a ride to with him. My sister and...