The Aperitif...

The weather has been unusually calm and romantic nowdays.There is the usual chit-chat with the OBNOXIOUS gentleman.Getting drawn into a vortex is almost unavoidable nowdays.

To top it all, there was the Apperitif invite...A very soft and balmy afternoon, in all its alpine-splendour and bedecked with the winds of love.
Maverick couldn't have asked for more, except that the drink got to her head !
She was already feeling tipsy and one thing could easily lead to another !

Following the tradition was never easy anyway...She wondered to herself..

She had drinks before, but then that's what they were...sometimes taken to drown the nervous flutter, and sometimes to sustain energy for the unlimited dancing which followed in the heydays of partying.

This one was different...it was for a purpose.

To try and understand the culture of the most romantic country of the world...to try to be a part of his completely different world...trying to find a common ground to communicate...

Je suis dans l'amour