It was something unfamiliar to Georg VonTrapp, keeping a diary, he's never had one before, but his new bride put the idea into his head and he had to admit he grew fond of the little book covered with expensive leather.
The diary consisted of his inner most thoughts and ideas. His political views, his hopes and dreams, his longings and plans of the future, and of course his love life.
Dear Diary,
Sunday 30th April
Maria and I have arrived in Paris. We arrived at the hotel at 3 am. We were extremely excited but also very exhausted. We decided not to give into our love due to our tiredness.
We went to our suite and got ready for bed. As we got into bed though...we suddenly weren't tired anymore. We kissed, cuddled, fondled, played and stared into each others eyes. I knew Maria was still untouched and was frightened at the idea, I thought she might be scared of what was about to happen.
The fear disappeared however when she looked me in the eyes and said, "Put your hands on my knees, and think of me as a book you've been dying to read."
Hey guys! So this story will just be short snippets of Georg's diary that we will update whenever we come up with an idea! :)