This morning we got up late but we quickly packed and left the house.
We drove an hour north to eat a famous rotisserie chicken and so we did. The day was gloomy, which ensured us a quiet spot on the empty patio of the restaurant.
I know chicken is not exactly the most exciting meal, but that chicken was something worth the drive.
On the way back we took a detour and visited a town nearby, where we found a chocolate shop and a gourmet store. We refilled our stock of dark chocolate, pasta, and jam.
On the way back we stopped at the florist who decorated our wedding day, but the shop was closed.
I’m repeating myself, but after more than a year stock at home, even these mundane things are so exiting!