Doing a little vacation / writing retreat at a friend’s empty apartment in next suburb over (literally four blocks from my house). It is so quiet here.
Kicked it off with indulgent dinner at Caffe de Luca; a little chilly to eat outside, but manageable with a jacket. One can’t expect to always be perfectly comfortable while traveling, after all.
Started reading Benjamin Rosenbaum’s novel galley while some sipping wine and munching on complimentary white bean spread and bread, then enjoyed a huge bowl of mussels while listening to a gardening podcast on headphones. Took away cheesecake for dessert. I feel noticeably more relaxed.
Surely all of this will be inspiring? 
