Four Cafes

I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night. Exhausted I sank into my soft bed and fall fast asleep. A red roaster was my alarm clock. From my apartment window, three flight’s up, I looked down to the right. Grape vines stood as guards running up the mountainside. To the left, in the bright sunlight was a cute town with four cafe signs. The day turned into night and dinner time. The “Wine Café” was my first stop. Free wine with my wonderful home-cooked meal. My second stop was “Pierre's Café.” The music and dancers were lively as they taught me how to dance. Walking to the third cafe, I wondered why I had picked this cold month for my trip. The “Little Café” was filled with laughter. "Special," two drinks for the price of one. Hooray, I said. It was getting late but I must try the fourth cafe, the “Father and Sons Cafe.” A roaring fireplace with stories being told. My diary ended with, a trip of a lifetime.   Date Written: 2/18/2023