Without alarm
clocks, work schedules, or other commitments, the days seem to fly by
on their own. Chris came by for a chat before heading to see a
friend's concert and he and Francis talked about marketing and
computer stuff. We met a family from Minnesota who were checking out
the camp. It turns out the husband is a Christian writer so he and
Francis talked for a bit and exchanged contact information. Other
than that, Francis spent the day working out some kinks with the
solar charging system to keep our freezer running and doing some
writing and I lazed in the sun and read a book. Then somehow the day
was over and we were back around the campfire with Greg and Beata.
Beata is not confident with her English yet so she listens mostly but
Greg is full of stories of his travels and questions about the United
States. He wanted to know what the round white things are that he
always sees Americans holding over the campfire on sticks in the
movies. I told him they were marshmallows and of course told him
about the ever popular campfire treat called s'mores. He said in
Poland they generally stick to sausages and beer around the campfire.
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