Last week I sent L & A away on camp for the very first time. It was as big a milestone for them as it was for me! I can proudly say that I did not embarrass them with tears and kisses as we farewelled each other for the week. Though I would REALLY liked to have.

The camp is for children aged between 7 and 15 and is run annually by a group of Baptist churches. The campsite is in Pirque which is about a one hour drive out of Santiago into some beautiful countryside.

Apparently there were tarantulas around the campsite which I was fine with (kinda). When the children returned home, I was told "we kept finding them in our cabins!". Oh the sublime horror!

My boy came home dirt-riddened and tanned, but with such happy stories of new friends and adventures. He grew a bit too and not just in height. This is what camp week is all about I guess - giving children a week away from home to learn about God, others and themselves. And they did.

I just wish he had changed his underwear and clothes at least ONCE!!!