Having breakfast in pans
Being a good friend to children means doing things you never wished to do.
One thing was camping at 50+.
Financial reasons brought us three to the camping site in Italy for two weeks.
While all our friends of the past years were living comfortably in their apartments on the seaside, we had to bring up all our stuff to the hill under the big tree; we cooked spaghetti or fish with the small gas cooker and we ate sitting on the floor with a lot of ants and other insects.
It wasn’t always fun but most of the time. Discussions about washing strongly smelling feet at midnight with my teenager or organizing help for a leg with a sticky fishing-hook had been annoying situations.
We won’t forget them as well as the easy-going life like having breakfast with cornflakes and milk in big pans because the cleaning-up of the dishes had been forgotten the day before.
We will go back camping next year. Our dear old tree on the hill is definitely looking forward seeing us.