tháng 5 07, 2016
It’s just after 7am as I sit here at my little writing table in my room at the Grand Hotel. I’ve got the window cracked open just a bit for some fresh air and I can hear gulls calling to one another.
Every once in a while the bird call is interrupted by the sound of horse’s hooves clip=clopping up the hill from the ferry docks in town. The sound is barely audible in the distance, but as the horses draw closer, the jingle jangle of the reins and tackle, the turn of the carriage wheels on pavement, and the murmur of excited voices as passengers arrive at their destination is heard.
I love this sound! I love this place! And this hotel, it goes without saying –if anyone asked me where my favorite place to teach would be, it would have to be here.
There are just no sour-puss faces here. How can you be out of sorts when you are in a magical place like this?
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