an epic in poland part iii
This camp is pretty unstructured at least for the volunteers, so I think that it is sometimes bad for my depression because I spend so much time alone in my room and I have lots of bizarre fears like i was afraid I would run out of books to read which is odd cos I brought The Mayor of Casterbridge which is like 342 pp or so and figured it would be a drag to get through because it was written so long ago but I think I was so delighted to fall into English that I got a lot of reading done so I finished it today and am now 65 pages into Skinny legs and All. I suppose the odds of my finishing 3 books in my 9 days is pretty low. Especially given that Tuesday and Wendesday will be devilishly busy and this weekend I am aparently going to Warsaw. It may be a pretty likely possibility though even still. Meh. At the leat, I am about 4 days behind on journal catch-up so I will always have that to work on.
Where did I leave off? Wednesday. We took a trip to a bunch of places in the Swiety Krzyz (Holy Cross or pronounced like a bunch of consontants) region of Poland. We saw a monastery that was so cool. The building was over 700 years old. It was at least mildly strange to consider that the building was older than nay US building ever encountered before. Crazy.