Although I initially felt very uncomfortable about taking photos in the monastery (it seemed to breach the sisters' enclosure) I decided to take some photos to commemorate one very special weekend in Carmel. I can't quite believe it, but now I'm almost certain that I am called to the cloister. I am now at the stage of screaming, "Why, Jesus, why? And how??? HOW???"
One of the sisters asked me how I would mind enclosure. I replied truthfully that the thought did not bother me that much, but I felt that after a while I would start to miss the sea and the Arabic language and culture. She comforted me, saying that she was once able to make an unexpected visit to the sea and it felt better than ever.

Then another nun added that if I missed Arabic very much I could just teach her to speak it and we would have conversations during recreation! I know that the potential for Arabic lessons will not be high in a monastery, but I have a suspicion that those sisters won't expect me to completely turn my back on my childhood language and culture. That came as a relief.

The gates of the monastery.

The monastery viewed from a distance.

The ikon on the wall of my cell.

The bells that woke us up at a ridiculously early hour.