Hospitality

Riding motorcycle on the unknown, mostly randomly chosen mountain roads were a part of the journey. Leaving ourselves to serendipity - going to places that we haven’t gone before, seeing things that we haven't seen before, meeting people – some of the gifts of serendipity.

That day started as a bright, sunny day… Then a soft rain began…Then it started to rain like crazy! At that point we had to stop… while we were looking for a shelter a lady invited us to her home. She lit a fire by oak woods (whose scents I love so much), she brewed tea on that stove (the scent of a newly brewed tea…how I love it), so we could get dry and get warm.

Inviting and welcoming strangers to one's home…giving them what they need… it is such a simple and natural thing to do for those people. No words will be enough to thank them for their hospitality. No words can be enough to tell their hospitality.

 

I took the photograph of her window, plum trees just outside that window and the rain when sitting next to the stove, inhaling the scents of oak woods and newly brewed tea.

 

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