a nunnery.

last night was christina, a southern, tennessee seminary student with a hard rock story and a 'i want to be a pastor, but i don't know about the whole jesus-is-the-answer thing'' perspective--'s, birthday.

she wanted to drink scottish beer under the stars in the ruins of the nunnery.

so a triad of us had drinks, under the stars, in the cool of the night, on a blanket, with the village cat and a couple of chocolate macaroons.

honestly, it was beautifully, hauntingly, amazing.



we reckon the nuns would have been proud.