This weekend I went camping for the first time ever, with my boyfriend and his friends.
We left on Friday afternoon & returned on Sunday afternoon.
I never knew that in one weekend so many things could go wrong...
Friday:
-I drop a bucket with a metal ring on my right foot
-We set up our tent to find one of the poles has broken on the trip up (turning it into a teepee looking thing)
-We go for a walk on the beach & my boyfriend slips & smacks his head on the rocks
-Saw Shannon's butt
Saturday:
-We wake up after about 4 hours sleep.. It's about 40 degrees & its only 8am...
-Only to find our air mattress has gone down during the night, despite patching up the hole previously found on Thursday
-Saw Shannon's butt again
-I get hit in the head with a soccer ball... twice
-A camera gets dropped on my left foot, almost breaking my toe
-We all get seriously sunburt
Sunday:
-I get woken up at 3am to re-pump the air mattress, even though we know its just going to go back down
-Heat stroke, painful sunburn... ouch, yuk, yuk
-Slice my finger open
-We arrive back home only to find it's even hotter there
So after all this you would think that upon asking me if I would ever go camping again I would slap you in the face, tell you to grow a brain & learn to read.. However that's the total opposite of the truth.
Despite all the bumps, bruises & burns it was one of the best weekends of my life.
Here's why...
-After three days I can say with confidence that my boyfriends friends are now 'our friends'
-We didn't have to be anywhere by a certain time, almost all weekend we were all totally unaware as to what time it was
-Basically technology free all weekend... It was surprisingly relaxing
-No work!!
-Not only was my first trip away with my boyfriend relaxing & so much fun, it was truly memorable
& more than anything, for the entire weekend I forgot about everything back home & everything that has been worrying me.
I was enjoying myself, having fun & falling even more in love.
Can't wait till next time...
