The next morning, I was revived enough to enjoy a bit more than a chaste kiss from Adaire, and when we finally stumbled down to breakfast at the last minute, Beattie and Aaran gave us whistles of welcome that made me blush from my toes to my ears.
I am not able to whistle worth a hoot, so I could not return the favor. I am, however, quite good with double entendre and employed my skills at breakfast. Their blushes were worth the effort.
Because of all that had happened on our intended tour day with Ivan, our not-so-real tour guide, Inga and Gunnar had worked some magic and gotten our flights changed, free of charge, to the next day. I was grateful both for the chance to rest and for what would be, Aaran promised, an epic tour, still hosted by Ivan.
After breakfast, we made a quick stop
