I lived as a postulant and novice in a Benedictine monastery for just over two years (a few decades ago now).
We had “days off” as in solemnities were always a day off, as well as the Octaves of Easter and Christmas. But having a day off didn’t mean we could grab the keys to one of the two vehicles we owned and go into town to see a movie or grab a latte while window shopping.
Our days off were days with as few chores as possible and extra recreation – the younger nuns use to play softball or basketball, or go for walks through the pastures or cornfields. In the winter we’d have snowball fights, or spend an afternoon building snow creatures.
Our monastery was contemplative, but except for our large back garden and the nuns’ enclosure in the main building, guests had access to everywhere we could go – the barnyard, the pastures, the chapel, etc.
Each sister got one week of “vacation” at a cabin in the mountains that a benefactor gave us. It was a tiny little place, and three sisters were sent up at a time in the summer. Two of us had to sleep on the floor! A small enclosed porch acted as our little chapel for praying the Divine Office.
While at the cabin, we were allowed to go for hikes, sometimes even driving to nearby trailheads that led up to the Continental Divide. We could also drive to mass on the days mass was offered some ten miles away. But we were always home for Sunday mass with the community.
Each sister, after she made her solemn profession (lifelong vows) was sent to Germany for three months, to the abbey in Eichstatt that founded our community in the 1930s. While there, each nun was taught one of the crafts that had been practiced in that abbey for centuries. One sister learned to weave tapestries, another to make rather ornate vestments.
I’m sure it is different for the men’s communities that are involved in active ministries outside the monastery. But even as contemplatives, we still had our “vacation” times.
