“No!” Isabella screamed out loud, as Harold held her waist and spun her around the top edgy surface of the clearing along the sharp edge of peak where they had stopped to take a break.
He chuckled out loud and settled her down next to him as the two sat and drank from their bottles.
The weather wasn’t too cold neither too hot. It was a pleasant meadow weather, with a melody of cold wind blowing after every few while, through the open fields of the small heightened pavements of Laugavegur, Iceland. The trek land for hot springs, that had small spring beds of natural hot tubs situated at each beautiful location with a wondrous view after every few miles. It was their first day of trekking and so far they enjoyed the feeling of the cold sky and warmed ground beneath them, over their sweat
