We Can't Do This Here
My girlfriend and I get each other worked up at the end of a trip.
The mountain hut stood among a small collection of buildings in what used to be a farming village in the higher pastures. Now it served as lodging for price-conscious folk looking to enjoy some time away from the city. Through the window, the sun from the clear sky and the sunlight reflected off the snow was blinding and made the old wooden room feel dim and small in comparison. The room, really a “Schlaflager,” common in...