Yo dawgs, its Giraffe* (Dakota) and Chocolate* (Hannah) here! Camp has been an absolute blast, aside from the fact that it has been rockin awesome! You are probs wondering why we named the title No Comprendo. Well, we have an answer for you. We no comprendemos most of the campers. And it’s awk because sometimes I (Hannah) will try speaking Spanish to them. Because if you don’t speak English, you most likely speak Spanish, right? No. Romanian is such a crazy diverse language. At times, it can be difficult to understand the emotion that is coming across because it has such a harsh overtone. Let’s just say that we have nailed the whole reading-body-language thing.
Although I (Dakota) can’t understand what is being said most of the time, I can always talk about fotbal with the campers. That’s soccer for all y’all American’s reading this blog post. 😉 And I (Hannah) always can understand when I’m about to have a bottle of water poured on my head from the not-so-subtle hand motions that go on around me. #CurrentlySoaked (Don’t worry, Jimmy’s computer is safe.) Although, that soaking may have more to do with the slip ‘n’ slide and the pouring rain. Unfortunately, the leaders thought that it would be safer for us to be inside. You know, because of the lightening. #Laaamee #ThanksForKeepingUsSafe
But for realz, the inability to communicate with the campers has been one of our greatest struggles. It is hard to create deep relationships when you can’t even get across simple sentences like, “Don’t pour that water on me!!!” Or “Yeah dude, I’m tall.” At night, when we break up into our small groups, it can be hard to concentrate on the campers and on what they are saying. While the talks have led to deep discussion, we can’t always get across exactly what we want to say because the wording is slightly changed in the translation so that it is easier for the campers to understand. In both of our groups, though, we have been able to witness the campers opening up more and more. In my (Hannah’s) group, one of the young women shared a large part of her story and her struggles. She handed it all over to the Lord. While she was talking, her love for Christ and her faith in His works was so evident. She had this big ol’ smile on her face the entire time! In my (Dakota’s) group, one of the campers began to question faith on a deeper level, and to move towards a better understanding of God.
Side note completely irrelevant to our small group talks, Dakota has dumped four containers of condiments on his head. Let’s just say that his hair loves the extra attention. #DontSmellDakotasHead
Although we are unable to understand exactly what is being said, the campers have become more comfortable around us. The long bus ride to the mountains and the 2.7 mile long hike gave us ample opportunity to connect with the campers. I (Hannah) was able to learn some Romanian, while teaching some English to my bus mates. We were able to laugh together at my horrible pronunciation. I (Dakota) was able to connect with the campers through their love for selfies. The two words I hear all the time is “Dakota” and “selfie”. We have yet to meet a single Romanian who does not enjoy the taking of a selfie.
Our camp experience has been incredible, and we aren’t ready for it to end. As much as we would like to continue enthralling you with tales of camp, it’s time for us to rejoin the campers. And to prepare ourselves for the water that is going to be poured on our heads. Peace out peeps. TTYL, tata for now!
Much love from Hannah and Dakota
Shoutout to all the mothers wondering whether or not we have been fed; please go back to the shaorma post written by Cabs and Dan.
Shoutout to Ali Pollard for gaining weight from eating too much Joe (A chocolatey wafer of goodness)
Shoutout to Mamma Bunting and Piggy for keeping my dog alive. He IS alive. . . Right? RIGHT??
And shoutout to Mamma Bunting for sending some pretty yummy candies in my letter care package thingys. I may or may not have eaten melted mango gummies off of my bed side table because they were THAT GOOD.
Shoutout to Ali Pollard for keeping all of her stinky, dirty clothes in a tightly sealed bag.
Shoutout to Brekoske (Wreckasocks) for getting hitched tomorrow! Good luck, brotha. (From Ali and Noah)
Shoutout to my main girl Mad-town for holding down the Midwest for me while I’m gone! Much love chica! – Ali
Shoutout to my BFF SARAH WOODY for becoming an official adult today! Hope your day is wonderful and filled with lots and lots and lots of cake and that crazy=awesome coconut soup! Make sure to save me some, though! <3
*Elvis, one of the campers, has fondly nicknamed me (Hannah) Chocolate. The fact that I have dark skin intrigues them. J And Dakota has been nicknamed Giraffe due to his immense height.