This is a compensated collaboration with Latina Bloggers Connect and Angel Soft Latino. All thoughts and embarrassing moments are completely my own.
I have never liked camping. In fact, I can tell you I have been a total of 4 times and only one time was enjoyable to me and that was because we had a cabin. The first time I went camping I stayed awake all night cause I was so cold and although there were bathrooms nearby, there were no showers so I felt pretty icky. I was only 16, so I had no clue what camping was about. The second time I went camping….well, here’s a story to tell.
I was 21, maybe 22 years old. My life was full of friends, bars, dancing and boys on repeat daily. I had a great group of girlfriends which I was with all the time. I had my own apartment, but I pretty much lived in my friend Yvonne’s place since after we hit the clubs, I would crash on her couch. It was a fun time but eventually, you kinda need a break. One hungover Sunday afternoon, as we were gathered at Yvonne’s place, sipping coffee, trying to put together the night before in hazy memories (hello early 20’s), Yvonne came jumping out of her bedroom and said, “We’re all off tomorrow, let’s go camping!!” The rest yelled, “Yes!!” and I groaned, “Noooooooo.” But I was outnumbered.
It was me, Yvonne, Ro, Heather and Bill…and in a hurry everyone grabbed some essentials: blankets and extra clothes for the night . We hopped in the car to go camping in the Pennsylvania woods for the night. On the way, I asked about bathrooms and showers, to which Yvonne pretty much laughed and said “It’s the woods, you go pee in bushes or something.”
“…and to wipe?” I asked
“Oh, we have bath tissue in the car, we’re fine” she said
We stopped at a Wawa to grab some food for the night, and I asked again about the bath tissue, to which she pulled out to prove we had some. We headed to the woods, and it wasn’t bad. It was even fun…and then I had to go tinkle. Since it was pretty dark, we went in pairs, so Heather and I both went. Since I really really had to go, I asked Heather to bring the bath tissue. A minute or so later, I heard Heather coming up and I asked her to pass the bath tissue.
“We don’t have any,” she said.
“What do you mean? I saw it when we got food?”
“I don’t know…Vonnieeee!! What happened to the bath tissue?” she yelled to her sister.
“Oh…I think I left it at Wawa when I showed Yoli. Sorry!!” Yvonne yelled back.
“WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT? WHAT DO I DO?”, I yelled. Again, remember- I have only been camping once and they had stalls there. Here, I was out in a bush in pitch black, with my pants down, with nothing to wipe with.
I heard Heather leaving and asked her what she used. “Leaves… it’s camping!”
I HATED camping right then and there. It was either shake, leaves or nothing. Let me just say, there is a reason that bath tissue exists and I am so so so thankful for it. But never again do I want to be sin rollo sin salida…and unless camping involves a bed and a bathroom, I’ll just be hanging out at home from now on and I always bring my own roll. The need beats the embarrassment.