My husband just joined some elite golf team in his golf club. He runs two times a week and participates in half-marathons.
“You’re always away,” I complain excessively. But not really because I miss him (that much). I’m jealous of all the “me-time” he’s getting. I want friggin’ “me-time” too!!
So I’m contemplating going here for at writer’s refuge. It’s an old convent in northern Jutland.
You have to check out the galleries, both indoors and outdoors. All the cobblestone, the medieval feel, the pretty door handles and the vaults. I think I’m in love. It’s just so gorgeous that I start hyperventilating over the possibility of not being allowed to stay there. I have to go there and finish up Zoe, I just have to!!