I wake up in a truly imperial bed, near me, a gorgeous woman. She is still sleeping. I can see huge tropical plants. Birds are singing outside.
My brain is still rebooting, I have flashes with information: who I am, what happened last night.

It started to rain, it was more like a drizzle, but strong enough to melt our hitchhiking sign to Antigonish. More the time was passing, more the sign was becoming invisible. I heard behind a voice. Someone stopped. We ran, we got in, and we got out. She saw where are we going, it wasn’t on her path, but she took us over the crossing of the highway, to be on the good way….

In the middle of nowhere, but right before the bridge which takes to the right to get on another highway. The cars drive so fast, there is no sign to slow. We change the place, I dance, I ran backward to have an eye contact, to make them feel guilty and to stop.

Emilie starts to reproach me about the road safety. I know she’s tired. My arm is tired. I propose to eat. The second I took the first bit, a car pulled over.
They were Hannah and Charlotte, less of 25, student of logistics for the army, and the other writer. All the time we laughed. Since we had no plan for the night, they invited to their place, actually to their parents. They are sisters! Big nice house.

They cooked a delicious Chinese dish. very spicy. Then the relation with Emilie was tested. We played a game where seeing a drawing you have to write 6-7 things that relate, and there are counted how many are similar with your.

We lost in front of two sisters who are very good friends and they know each other for 23 years, but in the first third we were ahead, and we won all the duels ( when on the same card both teams count the similarities). And their communication is so good that I hope that when they will be retired, they won’t live in the same area, because they will speak interrupting each other for each 5 words, but having the same idea.

When you travel, you might have some fantasies about the people you meet, but I would never imagine that I would end in the bed of their parents. We didn’t want, but they insisted…

Next morning, their dad appeared. Late enough, to be dressed, and Hanna moved stealthy our luggages.

I helped her father to change his tires, and we had a good chat.

 

Dan’s conquest…

Nice walk along the river with Charlotte

Charlotte, Hannah and Steven, Hannah’s boyfriend, took us to the beautiful beach near the house of their parents.

I read 3 short stories of Charlotte, and I liked them. She worked in a lot of environments to study different characters. She has impressive methods of getting inspiration, and of improving her style.