I can imagine having breakfast with the girls in a quiet retreat like this. Even having tea while writing my stories or reading up Agatha Christie on a Sunday afternoon.
Best of all, sharing a cup of latte with Rudi after work when all the girls are asleep. With candles giving an aura of an enchanted midnight garden.
This is where everything slows down and you take time to smell the jasmine in the air and walk barefoot on the lawn.
Heavanly.
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