Their destination:
a 13th century old cloister.
Driving in a small country road,
winding upwards in the rising hills.
Warm sunshine,
light mood
and a heated car seat for her
because it's still cold
and he likes indulging her
and she loooves it!
Countryside green
alternating between wooded hills
and open meadows.
It seems theirs is the only car
on the road.
Suddenly,
a herd of free range cattle
scattered all over the place
blocking their way,
and a huge bull
standing right in front of their car.
Calm but obstinate,
with the confidence of his bulk
and the defiance of an alfa male
protecting his territory,
not moving an inch
just standing there,
staring at them.
''Now what?'', she wonders.
''They can be dangerous,
once provoked, you know''.
He winds down his car window.
''Hey! Move !''
The bull hears the commad in his voice
and obeys, head down
slowly moving aside
and taking the rest of the herd with him
granting them a pass.
''I was damn scared for a moment,''
she tells him as he drives on.
''That beast was huge.''
''Did you see his enormous balls?''
she adds laughingly.
Then, after some thought:
''...but obviously, your balls are bigger than his!''
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