I took Hector for a jog this afternoon. It was so peaceful and calm running through the forest. It was also surprisingly fresh, as soon as you go a little higher up in the mountains, the temperature drops like no one's business.
Hector was exhausted and slept all the way back home, while we stopped at the best little bakery.
I know, that's not exactly what one should do after going for a run, but it was sooooo delicious!
It's called an 'opéra', if you can get your hands on one, GET IT. EAT IT. (Bourbon, buttercream, chocolate... what's not to love?)
It was the size of my hand, and I almost didn't get a picture of it. You're very lucky. (excuse the unattractive teeth marks.)