The walk

The strange feeling of being somewhere you shouldn't be came over me last night. We were guests in an Airbnb and Bert had arranged it and so we went, but the hostess was not at home, the key was under the garbage bin and a text message with 'make yourself comfortable'. Well I didn't feel comfortable at all, on the contrary. I was a guest but I didn't know whose. I heard the hostess coming home, but we were already in bed. I also heard her leave early again. We were still in bed.
Actually, I never want to stay over, but there was no other way.

After our hike today we arrive in the small village of Commanster. We'll be staying in a B&B. The hosts are not present, the key was in a Tupperware container in the planter next to the front door. I feel more comfortable for now. The house, the garden; it is clearly designed for more visitors. This feels more comfortable. .