After walking around the garden, I didn't think it could become any better, but it did. We were let loose in the house with the freedom to touch everything, open every door, read every book, do whatever we wanted. The endless amount of rooms were all filled with books, art and a million interesting things. At first I was too impatient, ran from room to room, because I wanted to see everything at once. Walking through the house, you'd bump into people on the stairs or in the hallways, unaware of one another because we were too mesmorized by the beauty of the place. But the walk to the house had been long and the overwhelming amount of information had to be processed. The rooms filled themselves with sun and slowly we all started to let ourselves sink on soft couches and beds, listening to music, reading or writing. It was almost strange to feel so at home in a house that I'd only entered a few hours ago.