The Longest Week

No contact with Cameron this week has made for one of the longest weeks I can remember. Finally, on Friday around 4:30pm we called him at his hotel room (it was 10:30pm in Rome). We enlisted the help of our neighbor, Yolie, who speaks Italian in case we ran into language issues at the front desk. It took a little while to reach him because the receptionist didn't have individual room assignments, so we were transferred to Beth, the delegation leader's, room. She was kind enough to send another leader up to get him. They were all just getting ready for evening room checks.

All is well and he's having a good time. There are a couple of kids he's been hanging out with, and if you know Cameron, then you know it was very difficult to get any info out of him…we had to ask MANY questions that were met with a "yup," or "nope." Frustrating, but relieving! Today they head to the Vatican with promises of pizza at some point in the day.

On a related note, one of our birds has returned to the nest after a week at Lake Chautauqua Lutheran Center for confirmation camp. She absolutely loved it, and apparently was the group's comic relief based on the comments on the sheet everyone signed. She did some new things at camp like sailing and kayaking. What is it with the Baker kids loving camp so much? In a couple of years we'll be saying, "What is it with the Baker kids loving college so much?", then, "What is it with the Baker kids loving the west coast so much?", then...well you get the picture. The curse of raising independent kids, I guess. Perhaps you detect a little separation anxiety in my blog posts these days (Aunt Sherry did!).

Well, it's off to the market, groceries and taking the dog to the field. Not exactly a European adventure, but satisfying just the same!