When we got there, we went to a barn, ate lunch, and went to yurts, where we would be sleeping. The girls took one yurt, us boys took another yurt, and Patrick and Christina, the teachers who came with us, each got their own yurts. An important thing to note here is that "yurt" is an exceptionally fun word to say. Yurt. Yurt. Yurt.
For those of you who don't know, a yurt is like a big, structured tent. In our yurt, there were several bunk beds, and like any sane person, I took the top bunk.
Jordan convinced Patrick and Christina to eat pieces of hot peppers, and Patrick couldn't get enough water after that. Then, I picked up an orange one, and wondered if it would be less spicy because it was less red. I didn't really realize I had said so out loud until Jordan said I should try a bit and find out. I was reluctant to do so, but David convinced me with the compelling argument of "do it for the Vine."
After we were done there, we went to our yurts, got in our bunks, and went to sleep without any chatter.
Ha ha! No, seriously, what really happened was, the girls invited us all into their yurt, and despite their yurt being more full, we all fit in there. We talked and talked, which was fun, we played a game of Never Have I Ever, and we shared a lot of secrets. I can't reveal a lot of it due to yurt confidentiality, but I have a new respect for my classmates.
I thought it was a great experience.
After a long while, the talking ceased, and I ended up sleeping there.
Then we went to bed.