Night at the monastery.

I was tired of driving all the time, so at some point I just had to get out of the car. I noticed a church, and behind it a beautiful domed wooden building. Curious, I wandered over. Someone invited me inside for a better look. There was a birthday party going on — Brother Ignatz was turning 50. The wooden building turned out to be a monastery. His brother welcomed me in. The abbot is Dutch, there's a Belgian brother named Leopold, and Ignatz is an Austrian now living in Utrecht. Such a small world.
I'm allowed to stay for the night, and on my way back I'll stay a little longer. Tomorrow I'll take some pictures in the garden — it's amazing. I can shower and do my laundry here too. A real chance to catch my breathWeiterlesen