(new orleans) swedish ice hotel dreams

i want to go here.

but here in new orleans,
i get me to a nunnery.
i had a lovely conversation
with sister joelle
when i checked into my room today (thanks cindy!):
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[pleasantries exchanged]
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[me]: so are there any rules to know about? curfews or guests?
[sister joelle]: nono, you know the door code...come and go as you please.
[me]: and there's no key to my room or anything?
[sister joelle]: nono. well, there is one if you want it, but...
[me]: nah, that's ok, i don't need one...
[sister joelle]: only good people stay here.

wow. how does she know that?
more specifically, how does she know i'm good?
that's some powerful sister good-dar.