Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Polish traditions and specialties

Message of the day:
The Moving Finger writes, and
Having writ moves on.
Nor all thy piety nor wit
Can lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all they tears wash out a word of it.
From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and shared by Connie

The day began with, as always, a delicious breakfast, this time consisting of cheese fritters. Next we all taught our classes. During third and fourth hours volunteers gave presentations. The presentations started with Connie performing Horton Hatches an Egg. The students were mesmerized by this performance.
Dick followed and spoke a bit about Philadelphia and other capitols in the United States. Brenda showed her birthplace in Trinidad, explained how she lives in both London and Florida, and used Google Earth to show her Floridian home. 

Freya followed and showed pictures of her school in Michigan, the same school where her father also teaches. The campers quickly asked if her father was one of her teachers. Freya quickly answered no! They were also surprised with how many students were in her school.
Sophia then shared pictures about her home and school in California.

In the afternoon, Freya, Ben, Lori, Wojciech, and I headed for Kotuń to shop at Carlos. Shopping began after a not-so-brief stop at the pet shop next door. Freya and I insisted on holding the three-week old hamsters.

But all of the shopping was not before, when after lunch, I was mercilessly teasing Freya about the  proposal she received from a young boy to participate in the camp weddings – with flowers and all, when suddenly about boy was pronouncing his love for me. Okay, a bit of an exaggeration there, but it was all still pretty funny.
After dinner, and after Freya and I had the daily dose of kitten feeding, we headed to the tent for Polish Night. The program consisted of the Polish national dance, the Polish national anthem, a lesson about Polish history and geography, the Polish bread and salt ceremony, and then – wait for it—a serving of pickles and lard (smaleċ). I mean, come on, could a country get any better!?!
 Journal prepared by Sophia with contributions from Lori

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