Port Clinton, Part II

If I ever get to a Part III or Part IV, you'll know I'm wasting too much time on the computer, just FYI. And if so - please politely tell me to get off the computer and back to life. My host family this week doesn't mind, so I'm very grateful.

The week is going well. My campers are calming down somewhat; chaotic was a good adjective to use on Monday. I was officially asked for the first time yesterday, by one of my campers, if I was married. I knew it would happen eventually. And I laughed about it in my head.

The Lost and Found concert was excellent. I got a few pictures. Maybe I'll post one or two if I get the chance to breathe in a week or two (and provided my sister brings the camera's USB cord when she comes to visit).

Two more days in Port Clinton. I must say this: I am enjoying the sounds of the trains passing by - they are very close to where we are staying, and they run somewhat frequently.

My host family also has windchimes outside. They are very beautiful to listen to.

I must get windchimes when I get my own place. They are just so tranquile and soothing (and even a bit surreal sounding) in the light wind.

Peace.