"Ok-this seems like a good spot," said Sven as he set down his overly large backpacks and surveyed his surroundings.

"Are we finally here?!" complained Sarah as she trudged along in her white fur coat and black jeans.

"Are we?!" she asked once more, her cheeks red and her hair lightly sticking to her forehead.

"She even makes sweating somehow look beautiful," thought Arnaldo to himself, his own backpack resting lightly on his shoulders.

"Yes, this is as ...