After I arrived, the Cenacle folks let me keep my Oma in a closet in the lobby, which was super nice, but meant that I had to carry it up two small sets of stairs. Ouch! This is not a light bike. I'll say it again, no need for a gym membership when you travel by dutch bike.
It was quiet and relaxing and there was even a giant wall of a stained glass window to help inspire anyone who cared to climb the circular stairs in the chapel up to the choir loft. They'd converted the choir into a lounge space complete with bean bag chairs, perfect for relaxing on a sunny saturday afternoon.
There was lots of writing and meeting other children's authors, and I got lots of work done. There was still time for a walk in the park to enjoy a bit of nature, but I stayed in my room and clattered away on my computer most of the day.
|Outside the Nature Museum|
Saturday night I went AWOL and left the nunnery. I took the Clark street bus up to Andersonville. Can anyone tell me why the Clark street bus is always so nutty? But that's a story for another day.
I was going to join my husband for the Dutch Club's New Year's Dinner. We went even though we aren't dutch. But we have dutch bikes!
|A lovely night at Vincent|
I went back to the nunnery that night and the next day was another productive day of writing. Later in the afternoon I headed home, taking the scenic route home through the park. Ahh, I feel refreshed. Now if I could just keep that nunnery vibe while at home and continue this writing streak. But maybe my husband wouldn't like that.