We were just coming back from the 4 hours walk in Preikestolen, still full of wonder for the amazing view, when we found ourselves hungry, pointing at the entrance of a sort of bar/restaurant. We changed few money -those flow like hell in Norway- and we order two sandwiches. 85 crowns, each. Almost 10 euros. What was worth the cost, was the wonderful smile of the blonde probably-21-years- old waitress, that made me falling in love immediately, dazzled by such a blue-eyes angel. We ate silently, just staring at her preparing other tables, seldom exchanging with her few smiles here and there.
The next day we just left the area where we camped, ready to move to catch the Ferry from Tau
to Stavanger. As usual, we just hitch-hiked, sure that in few minutes some car would have picked us up. And indeed, a gray Peugeot stopped just nearby, after not even few steps. "Going to Tau? Would you mind to give us a lift?". "Ehy! You are the guys at the restaurant yesterday! Sure, get in". There she was: even more beautiful in her soft purple wooly jumper.
We chat a little during the trip, while in the car I could already perceive the feeling that our nice meeting would end up soon. The destiny combines, the ferry schedule divides. We asked her how was to live in the middle of the beauty, and she explained us how beauty fades, day by day,
substitutes by habitude. Her deep eyes, her cascade of lighty brown hair, her shy smile, were
suggesting to me a completely different story, but I didn't find myself to tell her..
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