Hotels
The house was older than our country. The dog was younger than the coffee machine. Between them, they ran a very convincing operation in making us stay longer than planned.
There was no WiFi, which at first felt like a problem and then quietly stopped being one. We read more. We cooked slowly. We walked to the village at five each afternoon for bread and whatever the baker thought we should have.
I am not sure we saw anything of note. But we were there, which turned out to be more than enough.
Occasional dispatches — new journal entries, quiet places we've just come back from, and the odd reading list. No schedule. No noise.
