As my day off from camp officially starts at 9:30pm the night before, our mission to the Liberty Bell capital of the country started at 11:34pm when my eager group of 12 boarded the bus bound for Philadelphia. The first 45 minutes of this journey was far from entertaining. That is, until we saw a prostitute about 20 minutes out of Philly and we all breathed a sigh of relief. We were back in the real world.
Crashing at our camp director’s house, our new-found freedom was enjoyed well into the early hours of the morning and a rather late (and slightly headachey) sleep-in ensued.
But with an appetite for breakfast and whatever else the city had to offer, we made our way into the heart of Philadelphia – a beautiful metropolis where the concrete and the creativity clash like titans. The sides of cement buildings are a canvas for tropical murals which are rich with the city’s famous history. I was unaware of just how much creative culture Philadelphia boasted and was happily surprised by the beautiful street art which coloured the city.
A long walk, a siesta in the park and a much needed nap on the bus trip home, we arrived safe and sound at Appel Farm, probably more tired than we were when we left but refuelled with a strange energy that can only be obtained from getting away from camp. I love my kids and I love teaching them all I know about life, but it’s nice to know there is still a world outside of these creative grounds.
Ciao for now.
(Image Credit: Top two images courtesy of photographer, Kim Thalia - thanks Kim!)
Sounds like there's no better place for you to be right now K Hy. Highway one here we come. Xxx
ReplyDeleteoh i know exactly what you mean - soo good to get away and realise that real life does exist not just camp life!! ahh the joy :)
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