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
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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