Considering I’ve only been here two days, I’m not sure if I’m allowed to call this a routine.
Let’s just say that today closely resembled yesterday.
Coffee and breakfast is served at 9:00. At home, Kevin has usually made our cappuccinos by 7, so I wasn’t quite sure what I was going to do for two coffee-free hours. However, I decided to simply get with the ‘when in Rome’ mindset.
Surprise! I’m barely able to make it to the table by 9:00. I have a plethora of excuses, but the only one that truly counts is the night time cacophony of the doggie orchestra. As you might have read in yesterday’s post, I was able to sink into the sound and go to sleep, that is, until the next time los perros started up again.
Clearly, it was a lesson I was/am destined to repeat and once I’m finally asleep, I’m not getting up too fast.
After breakfast we hang around for awhile, but by ten, everyone has moved into their various activities. I sit on the bed with my laptop on my legs and begin writing. Periodically, I stretch. And then I write.
I might walk around in the courtyard or take a short walk up the sidewalk. Mostly I write. Until 3 pm, when it’s dinner.
Now. As anyone who has ever spent more than 12 hours with me knows, that is a helluva long time between meals for this woman. But for whatever reason it seems to be working.
I grab an apple or a banana in between and I’m good. The meal at 3 pm is marvelous. It is prepared by Angela, who is just like her name. Her food is magic and there’s lots. My usual afternoon coffee no longer fits this new plan, and so it too, has been tossed from the regular agenda.
We hang around after dinner, chatting until 4:30 ish, and then I go walking, though today I joined a yoga class, and tomorrow I’ll probably go to the gym I found a few blocks away. It’s my time to move about, catch up on emails, do my blog or go take some photos.
A snack of yogurt, fruit and toast around 7:30 or 8:00 and then it’s time to read, turn out the lights and learn to love those dogs.
My guess is that tomorrow might closely resemble today, so I think I can call this a routine.
Can I sustain this for three weeks?
I hope so, because I rather like it.
Way to do it! That’s a good long stretch of writing. One thing I love about retreats is how the food is taken care of. No planning, shopping, preparing – just fuelling yourself for more writing. It looks as though Angela is taking good care of you!
That’s it exactly Michele. I just have to show up and eat. Gotta love that. Tonight she made the most amazing dish; huge ground chicken meatballs with a hard-boiled egg inside, all covered in a delectable red sauce to drown the rice and zucchini. Wow. Oh wow.