We ate at the restaurant on the beach, ordered some fresh dishes such as Caprese and pasta, and then we asked for two slices of tiramisu.
We stayed for a few more hours at the beach, and I lay in the sun for the entire time, watching the kids playing with each other.
Then Cameron called a cab or also called a taxi, and told him the address.
We had thousands of places to visit but there we were going to a clairvoyant, a witch, or whatever we could call that lady.
But I was excited, and of course, concerned at the same time. If I wouldn't worried I wouldn't be myself.
He held my hand when the car stopped in front of a little cottage in the middle of nowhere but woods here and there. The house looked like one of those houses from a tale. Plants climbed from the wall and the roof seemed ancient enough to threaten to tall at any moment yet somehow stood stable.
I walked in after Cameron, the door moved slowly cracking.
