Walking & talking 6 kilometers in sunshine and spring-flower-explosions, towards the restaurant.
Being served delicious Italian foods and wines, and listening to a an absolutely fascinating band, playing a music genre that neither of us would never have chosen deliberately, or maybe ever again, but performing in a way that stuck the smiles to our faces during the entire concert, and made bubbles of joy float through our bodies, just by watching the way these musicians got totally lost in their own world, obviously very talented however.
Leaving the restaurant joyful and saturate, stepping outside and immediately getting drawn in, surrounded and entoxicated by the sweet spring-night-fragrance that has been absent for so so so long. And now it's finally here again.
Walking back home, along the coast line. A clear sky, and stars all over. Beach-walking, listening to the small gurgling sounds of the waves, greeting a couple of swanes in the sea, and even taking the time to walk down the pier to say Sweden goodnight by the lighthouse before returning back home.
Every single moment of these 5 hours has been gratifying, and I wouldn't know which one to pick, if I had to chose.