I took a walk to the nearest place where people dwell outside the doors of the retreat center. It's a 30 min walk down a grassy, flower-lined lane where the insects hover and the occasional bored dog will bark and run after you. And then you arrive in Falls Village. Established, as the welcome sign says, in seventeen hundred and something or other.
It's a sleepy place with white wooden houses, grassy lawns, dark wooden rocking chairs on porches and as far as I can tell only four things that aren't houses. There is a post office (which closes for lunch every day), a funky breakfast and lunch cafe (which is only open 4 days a week), a library which was closed today and Shelley's hair salon.
I'm excited to go back one morning when I'm free and hang out at the cafe to soak up more local colour.
I'm on duty all weekend - so this felt like my last gulp of fresh air and freedom until Sun afternoon. Being on duty all weekend also means dealing with folks who have weird requests in the middle of the night. Hopefully there won't be too many of them as my morning shifts begin at 6-7am-ish and I like my sleep!
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