I went to bed at 11.30 again and was wide awake at 6.30. This was not good.
But I wrote morning pages and lounged in bed for a bit before going over for breakfast.
The last writer for the workshop had finally arrived, her flight had been canceled because of the Lufthansa strike and so she had to miss the first day.
We did our thing at the workshop and I did that thing where I don‘t stop talking and interrupt everybody but I‘m trying to do better.
Here is a picture of the first course of my lunch:
Sorry that I did not take pictures of the roastbeef I had or the almond tarte. It’s all a bit much.
After lunch (the food here is excellent, really) I went back to my room for a bit of quiet time and not only was it smelling iffy, there also was a puddle underneath the toilet.
Oops.
But that is the nice thing about being in a hotel, it was not my problem to solve.
They sent someone to have a look, and while he came immediately, he also left all the doors wide open which meant all my stuff was basically on display.
The nice woman at the reception desk had already said that they might have to give me a new room, so I just packed everything up real quick.
And yes, I did get a new room which was nice because that puddle was creeping closer and closer to the door and it did not smell good.
My new room is bigger with more light, so that‘s nice.
The workshop continued all afternoon, this time we did some stuff outside in small groups because the weather was so nice.
Afterwards another write and I went to an Arabic restaurant around the corner, had very good food, and talked a lot.
This time I remembered the picture:
We came back early because we both needed quiet time and so I spent the rest of my evening alone.
I guess tomorrow will be pretty much the same as today. Minus the toilet thing, I hope.
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