Day 23

I am currently sitting in the middle of the campsite, with cold wind on my back and surrounded completely by the black night. Why? To update this blog of mine, so no one gets worried (aka my parents) that I did not blog in a few days. So here comes my update of the past three days here at Camp Rethymno...

First of all we finished the bamboo kitchen, which by the way looks really amazing and feels very "campish". It took us two days, approximately 200 sticks of bamboo, and lots of plain old hard work to get the camp in order. Considering it is my home for the next four weeks it was well worth the work. Not only did we build camp but today we moved more into the heart of the city to build our kiosk. The kiosk is how we get some of our PA out to the locals and travelers that come to the island. We started at 10am and ended around 4pm, so just by that you know how my day went.

I am getting to know the other volunteer's better. The Canadian that is here is named Natalie aka Crazy Girl. The three boys from France nicknamed her that after about an hour of meeting her, and well honestly they are right. She is loads of fun, very nice and the nickname is right on the money. The great thing about traveling is not just the things you see but the people you meet along the way. Just like yesterday I went for a run and on the way back I got lost (so typical) so I asked a guy in a shop how to get to camp. Before giving me directions he shows me his medals of marathon's he has done in Amsterdam, Belgium and around Europe which was pretty neat. Such big character the Greek's seem to have.

Things are starting to settle in at camp, we are starting training and rotation tomorrow. Which means the leaders of the camp write down who is responsible for what for each day. Either kiosk duty, information sessions at hotels, morning/night survey on the beach, cleaning and cooking. I am on for a kiosk duty in the morning then I have the afternoon off where I am without a doubt hitting the beach for a tan. Then I am the first of the volunteer's to start off the cooking rotation for dinner. Yes, give the Italian the cooking first! Psht!

P.s. A Maltese dog walked by me today and all I could think about was my baby. Benny if you are reading this I miss you!!!