On-Arrival EVS Camp in Kokola and some reflection

This is Just a reflection of what I’ve felt and done (or haven’t) written by my stream of thoughts regardless of grammatical rules on the first day of our EVS training (if I can so).

Now Pictures literally speak here:

Reflection

Volunteering in Europe. Problems - advantages - differences - difficulties... Me as a Volunteer?

Volunteering in France

Volunteering in Hungary

And my Favourite - some outdoor activities :) Spirit spot, playing "international" voleyball, looking for questions and answering to them into the forest, making toys out of forest materials, whatever the mother Nature gives us. I felt special when we were learning how to dance some old Portugese folk dance. I felt like Elizabeth Benneth!

OUTDOOR ACTIVITIES :) Yes!

Spirit-sand-spot, Sand volleyball, sand soccer, sand socks, sand feet, sand in the hair, sand in the shoes, sand in the cottage....

Yes, this is an absolutely outdoor museum!

Meanwhile in my "spirit spot" on the next day: Seriously?! Is that some kind of sick joke please? I'm going back to the beach.

We had some nice tea and chat with the Spannish ladies (Ana, Lupe,...and forgive me I forgot your name...)

Randomly put here, not on purpose. It belongs to Nanoq Museum. I just had some fun with the name;)

 Nanoq Grandpa still lives here. This is not a well in front.

I am hungry.

When I enjoyed the most, I had to leave. I wish I could stay some two or three more days, really. There are a lot of blueberries to be picked! My spirit is probably still roaming into the forest....