At least 100 motorcyclists took our places for breakfast outside, they love the narrow roads in the mountains here near the house, we waited at the bar and drank a Coke, and meanwhile we had a conversation. child: Grandma, what is this house on the mountain?Me: It should have been a hotel but has become a nursing home. Now it too has closed,
Child: Is there a nursing home nearby
Me: There is not.
Boy: You're going to regret this very much in the future.