Mac, Friday the 15th

            It’s impossible to believe that today was our last full day of camp. Time has gone by at an insanely fast rate. I started the day in its now-typical manner. It should be noted that I am not a coffee drinker, and therefore have resorted to obtaining caffeine in other ways. That being said, one of the hotel workers has become accustomed to handing me a Coke to buy without me asking every morning. This morning was no different, and began with a Coca-Cola and a quick trip to the bakery across the street from our hotel. The bakery workers have, for whatever reason, found enjoyment in Kyle’s limited understanding of the Polish language that he utilizes whenever he pays a visit.

            We had a good conversation among our American team in our hotel lobby about last night’s Labyrinth experience at camp. It was a positive talk about the effect that us and our Polish counterparts have had on the campers. We discussed methods to use that would continue the spiritual positivity that some of the campers are now enjoying.

            Our seventh day in English Camp continued at its highly-accelerated rate. In Kyle’s and my class, one of our sessions was dedicated to teaching our class “Minnesota slang”; “oofda” is a personal favorite among the campers. Another highlight of the day was playing Kyle’s now-signature Balloon Battle game. We ended our day at camp with our final theme night that was based off of Disney characters and other cartoons. Never before have I ever played so much Just Dance in one day.

            After camp, we ventured to the neighboring town of Ciezyn to feast on McDonald’s (which is conveniently referred to as “Mac” by the people of Poland). A few of us dared to try some high-cholesteral burger that I’m pretty sure translates to “The Lumberjack”. Fitting. I will note that European McDonald’s is outdoing its American counterpart in spades. On the way back to Skoczow, a few of us made an “accidental detour” to a scenic hill that overlooked the Czech-Polish Border. Because of this, we sped back to the church at a pace that had me holding on to the car door grip for the duration of the trip. Life in the fast lane.

            When we did return to the church, we came across a strange site that included Abby wearing a red and white afro wig and a bunch of decorations emphasizing the number 10. I later safely concluded that this was in celebration of her tenth trip to Poland, because it obviously was no one’s tenth birthday. This celebration included eating a delicious strawberry cake the “old-fashioned way” of all of us communally digging in without using plates.

            A few of us are now just laying around and looking forward to being taught Polish by our students tomorrow. That should be an interesting experience, to say the least.

Peace and love.

-Mac