Diary of a Wanderer

As predicted my few days at home were short and sweet, spent with all the people most important to me yet over far too quickly! My flight from Zadar to Stansted was delayed in true Ryanair fashion and then spent in the company of about 30 rather rowdy Irish gypsies. Needless to say when I finally found Mum at arrivals I was more than happy to see her and enjoy a peaceful car journey home catching up. A cup of tea was order of the day as soon as I got home, before getting my nails done (needed to look nice when for grad photos of course!) and visiting my Nan and Grandad. As always, they were over the moon to see me and whilst it can be very difficult to get a word in edgeways with Nan, Grandad sat quietly in his chair just listening and enjoying the company of family.  After dinner I headed down to Brighton with Mum, Dad and Ash and quite frankly felt the tiredest I can ever remember feeling. I thought I was going to collapse. I know I have been working and playing hard at camp but ...

Graduation crept up on me much like the storms that keep appearing out of the blue over here. It feels like only last week that I was sitting my final exams and now I find myself sitting in departures in Zadar airport waiting for a flight back to London for a precious few days with family and friends.  I feel like already I have so much to catch up on and so many stories to tell that these couple of days until Sunday morning will be manic. Limited internet and very little free time leaves me feeling quite out of touch with the big wide world but at the same time this is also one of the reasons I absolutely love camp life. Mindless checking of Facebook and expecting WiFi in every public place has become a routine part of everyday life. I hate to admit that I am very much a part of this back home, although far from the extreme, and not having access to the internet is actually really refreshing. Not only does it mean I have a great genuine excuse for why I am not staying in touch wit...

I cannot believe that I am coming to the end of looking after my second group of children and have been in Croatia for 3 weeks already. My days feel incredibly long, with every hour planned and scheduled. Our actions are dictated by the playing of the latest chart music signifying the end of one activity period and the start of a new one, and the sound of the cow bell calling everyone for meals (a personal favourite sound of mine that promises an end to having to listen to my stomach rumbling). The weeks however are going so fast. Before I knew it I was saying goodbye to my first 7 girls and heading off on our day off. We spent our precious 24 hours off in the town of Vodice. The day was spent sunbathing on a stone jetty working on my tan, in between getting thrown in the sea. Whilst tired and aware of my desperate need for sleep, my evening was inevitably filled with a few cheeky drinks and dancing until the early hours. Putting on a happy, welcoming face to the new campers and ...