The journey to camp from Dubrovnik was a rather nervous one for me, as it was for Becca and Karolina who were also returning. We had spent the last few days wandering the streets of the Old Town of Dubrovnik and on the beach, with Becca and I trying to add some colour to our otherwise chalk white British skin which blended in rather nicely with the white pebble beach. This was definitely the calm before the storm, and didn’t we know it!
A six hour bus ride to Split and a further 2 hours on a transfer coach and I was back at my summer haven. I walked through the gates to be greeted by some of my favourite people who I am lucky enough to be spending yet another summer with. I know it is such a cliche but it genuinely felt like I had never been away. Sadly I also felt that way when I walked into the dining hall- whilst the food is good, I’m not sure by the end of the summer I’ll be too happy about the fact I’ll technically have been eating it for 6 months of my life!
Training week has gone by fast. I can’t believe that I am writing this post en route to Split to pick up some of the first kids that will be with us session one. The past week has been intense, spent learning about people, activities and camp life. Last year I was completely and utterly overwhelmed. I wasn’t too sure what I had let myself in for. I had little experience with kids and considered myself a Jack of a few trades and a master of absolutely none! I had to learn what the hell I was suppose to do as a counsellor (which quite literally ranges from anything and everything) as well as try to make friends with all my fellow counsellors in a very alien environment. I genuinely thought that they were joking when they told us to remember a torch as there were no lights in the cabins. Of course they weren’t joking.
This year has been a completely different experience and enjoyable in so many ways. I have actually been able to take in what is going on, and I know we have a fantastic staff that has gelled so well. I was anxious when I saw there were so many Brits coming to camp as few were fans of the British lads last year, but these guys are a completely different kettle of fish and so far everyone is awesome. To top off my week I got a cheeky little promotion to head of Arts and Crafts- apparently you don’t actually need to be good at art to fulfil this role as I am definitely no Picasso. And finally my uni results came out and I got a 1st! All in all I absolutely cannot complain!
Also, on a side note, internet is about as difficult to come by here as a cup of English tea- rare but when you find it you treasure it. So I may not be able to keep this blog as up-to-date as I may have hoped and I would like to take the time to apologise to all my fans who wanted to track my every move. 😉