|One of the lovely views beheld on the downhill portion of the walk from the monastery to the house|
Where was I, though? Ah, yes: Believe it or not, our group of thirteen is blessed to have a personal chef. You read right: a personal friggin chef. And she is bloody amazing. She is so rad that, even on her very first day here, a day when most people would insist on recovering from jet lag or simply be sucked into its sleepy depths without being allowed to emit a word of protest, she insisted on cooking us a meal. I mean, she’s rad for myriad other reasons, but daaamn, can she cook! Needless to say, she and I bonded quickly.