And i got to know all of her family.
F’s elder sister lives in a nice house in from of a lake. Rustic style, nicely decorated with a definite feminine touch, she was kind enough to let us stay two nights in the main bed that faces the window looking to the lake.
Mornings are most stunning there.
When the sun comes up it inundates the house with light as the front walls are composed of large windows. It’s the first time i could have suntanned in a bed while sleeping.
The night i arrived there was a very animated dinner and even though they live not far away, F told me that is a rare event to see all the family together. So there I was talking English and French while listening to some Quebecois… du vin, pétoncles, du pan, du fromage, du pot…
The surprise of the night was Celine, one of F’s sisters. After dinner we were talking for a while, and when people left us in the living there was some music on the TV that sounded very good and the colors of the video clip were tinting the ceiling and the walls. So i was explaining her i did like the countryside, and living there is more than OK, but that sometimes, particularly since i live alone, sometimes i miss the noise, the music, the lights of the nightlife. Go to dance. Drink some stuff, enjoy the lights, the music, move. I think she got the idea cause I saw her expression changing and seemed that we clicked a bit. That was it. Nothing funny or inappropriate. It’s just that i like the bad girl type, i mean the type that is a bit rough, bold, independent and of course, hot. The lil’ sister had all that. But actually i wasn’t trying to pick her up or anything, we were just talking and somehow we had a moment. That was all it was.
F was looking and later in bed she was joking i liked her sister. I did like her indeed, but was something spontaneous and not leading to anything, mostly like liking her family or well, anybody who you connect to, but that doesn’t have to end in anything else. She got it, and we moved along. But then she was teasing me with her, or me going out with her since F wasn’t doing too well on Saturday night.
Thinking about this brought some echoes of times past to my mind : can you like anybody else when you like somebody? Yes. Does that mean that you don’t like the first person? No. Does that mean you will pursue the object of that attraction? Is up to you. But if you choose no, be it by ethics or a voluntary choice, aren’t you limiting a spontaneous part of your own self? Should you do that? Shouldn’t you follow the calls of your own nature?
There was a time i wondered all that and experimenting about it. The lil’ sister just made me remember a bit that time.
The next day F felt not too well so we stayed just relaxing, helping a bit on the house, having a good bonk in the morning -with people in and out it was not that great as it could’ve been- and well just being around. Her mother took us for a ride on sunday and we got to see the ski slopes and the available lodgments around the ski tracks. We even visited her father, who lives in front of another lake. What a house, and what a place. You can feel the space and beauty of that valley while standing in the little pier in front of the lake. Space, nice architecture, wood painted with cheerful colors, clean roads, all kind of perfect like in a movie. Very nice place.
These people have organized a system that works in a comfortable even a little luxurious environment surrounded by natural beauty and close to places to do sports or simple enjoy being there.
What’s not to like?
I’ll be back to Québec just don’t know if to this house by the lake.