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Two hours later, I rounded a bend, revealing miles of vineyards, as far as the eye could see.
“In three hundred meters, your destination is on the right.” My Nav-man announced in a robotic voice.
I’d put it on as soon as the officer left. Not only did it tell where I was going, but also if I was speeding again.
I wound down the window and took in a deep breath. It smelt like farms, but not with animals, rather the kind that promised the elixir of life: wine. I hadn’t seen anything as spectacular in a long time. Flicking on my indicator, I turned down a long driveway. Pulling up in front of the cabin, I turned the ignition off, and stepped out of the car, stretching my legs. The air had a different smell compared to the city. And for a week, this would be home. I grabbed my suitcase from the trunk, the cooler bag and the bread, and made my way inside.
The cabin held two bedrooms, a tiny kitchenette, living area with a fireplace, and a bathroom.
I immediately notice there was no TV, or phone. My kinda heaven. Pulling my mobile out of my purse, I saw two missed calls from Brett. I turned it off, because I didn’t want to deal with him right then. Or maybe ever again.
Wheeling my suitcase toward the bedrooms I checked out my home away from home. The first had a double bed and a view overlooking one of the wineries. The second also held a double bed, but the view was of the trees surrounding the cabin. Room number one it was then. Making my way back, I started unpacking my things.
Thirty minutes later, I was finally settled. Everything was unpacked, wine in the fridge, bread on the kitchen counter and the smell of outside drifting in through the open windows. I tried to check the time, but since I didn’t wear a watch, and my phone was turned off, I had to assume it was close to four pm.
Wine time.
Locating the wine glasses next to the kitchen window and above the sink, I pulled one down and filled it three quarters full with semi-cold Sauvignon Blanc. I took a much needed gulp, enjoying the fruity taste as it slid down my throat. Sitting back on the couch, I looked out the window to the vineyards and thought about Brett. If he had felt the same way, we could have been here together. But then he had to work. Would he have still gone to work if he’d felt the same way? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore.
