Our driver, who was also our "manager", led us through the highway and along the side road that led to a sentier in a large forest. There, the road was literally empty of cars and people. We drove for a long time in this forest way, seeing nothing except trees and rotten trees, birds chirping at their children and squirrels woe-ing their mates. My friend called Henry then broke the silence.

"When will we be there?" he asked. The driver nodded at her left as an answer, pointing the exiting panel of the forest,
which said : "Welcome to l'Ermitage."

The sky was still clear in this closing evening, and in this beggining of the month of April. The chilling winds softly soared the hot atmosphere at times, making us quiver in our spring clothes and mirk at each other's sour faces. The place itself was beautiful. "Quite the deal for a three-day vacation" Adrian whispered to me. We were surprised at the immense grounds of green, carefully mowned grass. There was small asphalt roads cutting through those grass fields, and behind was the building itself.

Although it being small, the road circulating carefully around the red roof, white cement block building, leading to a beautiful sight : a huge lake on a sunset. At some distance of the cement palissade leading to a small rock-beach a level below, the lake was giving a beautiful scene of the dawning sun that almost set after the lake's height. Farther, there was a small isle on the broad of the water waves on which we could see naked trees, and a beach. A forest also surrounded the first parts of the lake, making it look even more heavenly. On a summary,  the sight of this eye bending place soon moved us to excitement and bolstered our expectations of this place, and of this whole "Holy days" affair.


After getting the bagages out of the car, we headed to the entrance that was on the side of the big building. That building was the main block of the place ; there was another, which were a place for retired sisters and visitors. The erected main building was stretched in length more than in largeness ; there was many entrances, the first one, who was located at an perpendicular angle to the lake, was big and wide with small stairs leading to the doors ; the second was a couple of meters away, and it led to a small hallway which connected the third entrance at the opposite side of the building.

Finally, there was a small door entrance at the extreme right of the building, cutting the grass yard with asphalt and a small road connecting with a parking lot for visitors. Inside, we were welcomed by the opening staff, which included the l'Ermitage's director and a couple of people I didn't know at all. There was two main hallways from the entrance : one at the left leading to the kitchen, the elevator and the meeting room, the right one leading to the chambers, a narrow hallway for the first part, cutting at the middle with the chapel, and the second hallway that stretched to the extreme right of the building, leading to the fourth, a small door entrance.

A short while after being introduced to some of the people that were in charge of the weekend, we were instructed to our chambers. A small poster on the hallway entrance's door displayed our names - those who were registered at this place - and the chamber's door numbers. After setting up in my own room, small chamber that ressembled much of those average, appartment cramped rooms, we were prompted to the kitchen, where we had to help for the supper's event. Henry was hungry more than any of us, because he was on a "Easter diet".