on the Thursday of our camping trip. For Michael, dining out signals "vacation," so he particularly requested we eat out at some point on the trip. I don't care so much one way or the other, so Thursday found us eating at a lovely little place in the town nearby. We had some tasty food (including some good seafood) and enjoyed ourselves:
Michael: Fried coconut shrimp. He liked it.
Fr. Jerome: A gourmet burger. He liked it.
Monica: Fish and chips. Yum.
Naomi: Burger and fries. She ate a small part of the burger and most of the fries.
Hannah: Burger and fries. She liked it. Until that evening, when she started feeling sick. The vomiting didn't start until 12:30, when she woke up and got Michael's sleeping bag, Naomi's shoes, and a couple places outside the tent. She felt better afterwards and was fine the rest of the weekend.
Michael had to hang his sleeping bag outside and sleep in a towel. He says that this is not as cool in practice as it sounds in books where people sleep on the ground in their cloaks. The next day he took it and all the other stuff that got tagged to the laundromat. I'm not sure this dining out experience made his vacation feel more vacationy.
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