Going to the Retreat

The traffic through the city, as I left work for the retreat, was horrendous and it took me nearly an hour to get out. After that, it was only 2 hours to my destination and all I missed at the retreat (I was half an hour late) was the singing. The border crossing was quick and easy.

The church where we met is old, not very big but well-kept. It’s brick on the outside with dark wood window frames inside. The bottom third of the windows are frosted glass and the top two-thirds are covered with think Venetian blinds, giving a soothing, diffused light that was very pleasant. Instead of pews, they use upholstered stacking chairs that are linked together so they act like a pew, which is a great idea, in my opinion.

Later, when I walked into the washroom, I was surprised. It looked like a princess’s garden—so inviting and welcoming it made me feel special—with a white, iron wrought chair under a leafy tree, wallpaper border with open gazebos of various kinds covered with flowers, and so on. Even the children’s areas were tastefully decorated.