Yesterday it was the birthday of a friend of mine and we wanted to take her to an outing as a treat. She loves window shopping and we were planning to cross the border with France and take a walk in a village known by its nice and fancy shops and its picturesque houses, which is fairly close to our city. But the forecast was awful: rain and strong winds everywhere.
She was obstinate in going to an outing for her birthday, so we took the car and went to her village, some 40 km away of the city, into the mountains. The landscape was beautiful, green and foggy, but it was impossible to take a walk because of the rain and the wind.
So we finished in a tavern not precisely fancy, sipping some hot coffee. It wasn’t what we had planned, but we spend some time together making jokes and having fun. And that’s the best part of all the celebration.