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A Weekend Trip That Changed Our Routine
Last month my partner and I drove to a small mountain village for a quiet weekend away from city noise. We left home on Friday at six in the evening because traffic eased after rush hour, and we arrived at the guesthouse on Pine Road at nine when stars appeared above the hills.
The owner Mrs Vega welcomed us with tea, and she explained breakfast times because guests eat together at eight on Saturdays in the dining room. I liked the wooden rooms, and my partner loved the view from the balcony over misty valleys at sunrise.
On Saturday morning we walked to a waterfall near the trailhead at ten, and we met hikers from another region who shared maps because paths forked near an old bridge. One woman told us about wildflowers