Our shared history began in Ireland. I had a stable, though not entirely fulfilling, life, a big house, a new car, a small lavender farm business, and a part-time job, but also a finished marriage. Rafał was working, although he lacked prospects for growth and fulfilling his dreams.
Bees brought our paths together, although we didn't realise it at the time. We officially met a few months later, during the Midsummer Night's Eve celebrations, though at the time each of us was preoccupied with our own company. We continued to meet on joint camping trips. Finally, on one of them, on my birthday, sparks flew!
Nonetheless, we still had our own affairs to sort out, and that’s what we focused on most at the time. Months passed. One day, we both agreed that this kind of „vegetation” made no sense. We longed for a change, silence, peace, and a simple life. As you get older, you stop thinking about pubs, parties, and chasing money.
Rafał surprised me with the news that some time ago he bought a house in…
