Day 10 - What I Won’t Do Again

Ever since the nuns of grammar  school wouldn’t let us pass the parlor of the convent I’ve always wanted to stay at a nunnery.  It seemed like such a romantic place to live. In Santa Domingo last night the huge wooden doors and stone floors of the convent were so charming that we booked a room immediately.  The charm started wearing off as we climbed to the third floor of the medieval building. My claustrophobia kicked in as we tripped through the minuscule hallways. The ceilings slanted lower with each step and I fell into a mild panic attack.

When I heard those big wooden doors slam shut and the lock and key turn, a full blown panic attack kicked in.  Mathew looked up from his bed as I jumped up from mine to see if I could escape through the one tiny window in the room. He lied and said the nuns only locked one door and we could get out of the other. I don’t know if I decided to believe his lie or adjust to the fact that jumping out of a 2 x 2 foot window three stories up was not an option.

I think I calmed down because I was busy trying to reason why  in the first place a nun would put Tarja and me in a one bedroom space stuffed with three beds and our third roommate was a gorgeous, fit, tan specimen of a man.

I couldn’t sleep all night because I’m not sure the sheets had been washed since this convent was built 1000 years ago.  When I did get some much needed shut eye,  I kept dreaming Franco was back in power and I needed to escape from the place I was jailed. Needless to say I was happy to leave at the 7:45am mandatory check out time and be on my way. Back to 21st century auberges!

Today’s post is dedicated to Evelyn who finished her first semester of law school and is full of spunk and determination.   And thank you Sue Mears for sponsoring her college education.