Lombardy, Italy
5 years ago
Havana didn't mind spending the summer in the countryside of Northern Italy. Lombardy was one of her favorite regions. It had a peaceful setting of charming little villages and hundreds of vast vineyards with fruits just dying to be picked. She was currently in the backyard of her boyfriend's villa in the outskirts of Crema, an under-the-radar town that still had its sense of timelessness, but I guess that's why Italian towns like Crema was exciting to me.
They were always rich with history with their fair share of piazzas, duomos, and picturesque postcard-ish backdrops.
Havana had just finished taking a dip from the pool to cool down from the summer heat. Her silk dress was slightly damp sticking onto her like a second skin thanks to her soaking wet bathing suit underneath. Havana placed her hair in a bun still feeling the heat. Her feet tiptoed on the ladder as she extended one of her arms. Finally, she managed to pick a few oranges from the tree before stepping onto the ground. She was barefoot so she could feel the soft green grass as she proceeded to drop the oranges to the picnic blanket on the floor. There were also cheese, salami, red wine, and a book for Havana to read. However, instead of laying down and basking in the sun with a book and red wine in two of her hands, Havana made her way to Nik who was busy painting the view before them.
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