Part 4. I really start trying to pad my word count here!

As the small car rumbled up the rough barely passable road to the gate of the village Rico could feel the excitement rising within him as he sensed the excitement in his Baba. He heard the squeals of small children enjoying the beautiful spring afternoon as they played childhood games in the school yard. They parked the car and prepared to walk up the steep hill to Uncle Andrej and Teta Mila’s home. The kids playing in the yard of the school building stopped to stare at the strangers. Rico’s eyes met those of the teacher as she walked to the doorway of the building to see why the children had fallen silent. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he looked into the most beautiful pair blue eyes he had ever seen. She was so young but he couldn’t help noticing how beautiful she was. If only he were ten years younger he thought to himself, as he dragged his attention back to the task at hand.