[Note: I plan on making this a series written in first person structured like confessions but with no element of regret. The stories are based on true incidents but feedback is welcome as I'm open to some embellishment. Enjoy!]
When I was 20 I'd had a bad breakup which led to me making an impulsive decision. On a boring Friday night I decided to go on a solo trip to the south of France. I was living in Paris at the time and felt that the change of pace of would do me good and take my mind off things. I couldn't have imagined how far away my mind would truly go and that my life would change forever.
I had a booked this BnB with good reviews online and drove down there. I remember it was a Saturday and I got slightly late because it rained a bit. When I reached, there was no one around and I felt quite cross because I'd informed them on the phone about my ETA. After waiting around 40 minutes I saw two guys, around my age walking up to the house which was located in a farm. There wasn't anything much around it so I hadn't had anything to eat and was quite cranky. They started apologising profusely when they saw me and since I was staying there for at least 3 days (that's how long I'd initially booked the place), I didn't say anything. No reason to get off on the wrong foot, I though
They showed me my room which was beautiful, complete with fresh flowers and a French window that looked on to the vast farmlands. They asked me if I'd like to join them for dinner as the nearest town was a 20min drive away and I gladly agreed. Took a long hot shower before I made my way into the common area where they'd set up the dinner table with wine, cheese, bread, and some meat. We started chatting and had a lovely time before they asked me if I'd like to join them on the porch for a nightcap. I agreed because I didn't want to be alone with my bruised heart.