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Adult Summer Camp

Living on the farm often reminds me of summer camp. You are thrown into a group of strangers, you work eat and sleep in the same house, and you hope that you chose a camp that matches your personality and everyone will get along well. You form bonds with people way faster than anywhere else because you spend all your time together. In the real world, this is how I refer to it because all of this does seem like a problem free dream world. It takes ages to become good friends with someone, but when you share everything you can have a new best friend in two days. I even made friendship bracelets.

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Not the best picture, but this is my summercamp family

 

 This got me thinking, why is there no such thing? Actual summer camp for adults. A quick look on Google has expanded my mind again and shown me that there are in fact loads. I could not find one in Belgium so far, but there is a vast amount of adult summer camps around. I have to admit I was slightly scared of looking up the term “adult summer camp” seeing as searching “adult” anything tends to have some different connotations.

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My first thought was that this kind of summer camp would probably not be like the ones I remember from my childhood. Or like the one from the movie “The Parent Trap”, which just seemed like the coolest summer camp of all time. A lot of my childhood was spent envious of Lindsay Lohan that she got to be there. I figured there would be grown up activities, like cooking and learning French.

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But no, I have found something that, to me, seems like one of the best things ever: Camp Grounded. A summer camp in the US with actual good old times activities. There’s origami. ORIGAMI CAMP. I wish there was an extra caps lock for just those words. I could go on about this but they have a pretty great website themselves and I would not do it enough justice, so please do check it out yourselves and I hope you will be as excited as I am.

http://campgrounded.org/

Only one thing that makes me sad, there are no glowsticks allowed. I love glowsticks and I don’t get why anyone would want to take them away from me, but then again, ORIGAMI.

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There are loads more summer camps out there and I would love to go through all of them, so please do let us know if you find an interesting one. I can’t go on any further at the moment, I have a game of hide and seek to play.

-Rosalie

Foreigners

Dinnertime can be a tricky occasion sometimes. One table full of people who have difficulties understanding each other. Everybody tries to speak English to the best of their ability and I sometimes have to bite my tongue as to not finish someone’s sentence for them. I have to remind myself that if I were to try to speak French for instance, I would struggle even more and I would hate it if people did that to me.
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I had a moment when I thought it can be hard to talk to foreigners all day, only to remember afterwards that I am one myself and English is not my native language. I never really think of myself as a foreigner in that way and it’s a strange realisation: I am just as much of a stranger in these lands as the French people but somehow I don’t feel like a stranger at all. It makes we wonder if people can tell I am foreign, if I have little habits that give me away. Perhaps the biggest question is: Am I seen as an intruder of some sort? Are there people in England who don’t want me – or any of us – here? tumblr_nby2u6kgvs1tt9bteo1_400

You tend to put labels on other people. They are foreign, they are something else, but you just see yourself as you. I wonder how many other labels other people may have put on me that I am not aware of.
I am not trying to make a point at all by writing this. I don’t know if I see this as a bad or a good thing, it is hardly a thing at all. but sometimes my mind wanders, and today I thought I would share it with you. That is all. To make up for my mindless mumbles, here is a picture of a shaved guinea pig, looking like a baby hippo.
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– Rosalie

I look shitty today

My lovely monkeys,

I have news for you. I look shitty. No seriously, terrible. And you know what, I love it. I am not talking about the lazy Sunday morning, “I am not going to see anyone so it I am just keeping my sweatpants on” kind if shitty. No, I haven’t looked in the mirror to check if my trousers match my shirt in weeks.
I used to work in a store, so it was always important to look good, I couldn’t wander about with last nights make-up on, I had to keep up the good name of the brand we were selling. Going out, all my friends would look good, I was not going to be the only one not trying. Even when I was packing my bags to leave I was worried that I did not have enough space in my backpack to take all my pretty clothes. only enough room for four pairs of shoes? Torture! I will need this dress, I might want to look good sometimes!
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That dress was put in to the back of my cupboard, and it is still there. the only thing I think about in the mornings is whether or not I will need an extra jumper because I might be cold. There are 10 other people living in this house, not once has anyone either looked good, or giving someone else a bad look because they didn’t, and it’s unbelievable how good that feels. People have greasy hair, stained shirts and holes in their jeans, you could smell bad and no one would care as long as they are not put off their dinner. IMG_5052

Now I know, as soon as I go back home, this will all change, I will put on make up and perfume , the dress will come out of the cupboard, probably because it is the only thing i know by now that does not have some unidentifiable stain, and I will care again. That’s ok though, I don’t mind, but for now, i hope you don’t mind that my greasy hair is pulled back, and will happily get in to my comfy pants and fleece jumper. Which I have been wearing all week.

-Rosalie

Giants

England must truly be that land far, far away you always hear about in fairy tales, I see no other explanation for why they have the biggest fruit and vegetables I have ever seen. Ok, it rains a lot, but that just seems to boring a reason. The first day I was here I saw a bean that actually made my jaw drop, and I don’t know about you guys, but this was certainly the first time for me that I was impressed by a bean. There was no giant beanstalk with a gold egg laying hen attached I’m afraid, but i am sure it could not have been far away. 

 You could think that ever since, I would go looking for giant food, but no, I really did just stumble upon them, quite literally once with an enormous mushroom.  Naturally, I did take pictures, usually, for the lack of something better, I used my face as a scale. Here are a few, but I am sure there are some beauties still hiding around somewhere! I will keep you posted! – Rosalie

Lotte after receiving yet another giant veggie selfie


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