Birdsong and the first light over Senica hill wake you up gently. The air is fresh. You smell coffee in the air and see the valley slowly waking up. Someone is making breakfast, someone else is still sleeping. You take it easy, with your rhythm.

You walk through the grass with bare feet. No plan, no rush. Maybe a swim, or maybe a hike, or a nap again in the shade. You read, you paddle, or you just be.

Later, soft music from Frnaža floats through the trees. The fire is on, people gather. Laughter, quiet talking, a glass of something good.

And when it’s time, you return to your small wooden hut. The night is peaceful. The stars are clear. You fall asleep with the sounds of the valley around you.

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