When you read the word “camping,” what comes to mind? The image that first fills my mind is one of a 
decent sized plot of dirt surrounded by trees. Then little rocks in the dirt, some roots sticking above the land, and some dips. All small obstacles in picking the perfect spot for your tent, but they do give you a true feeling of being in the outdoors. The trees around this plot prevent some of the sunlight from coming in, and there are countless amounts of leaves surrounding these trees from years upon years of fall seasons. I also see a fire pit– perhaps for roasting marshmallows. There may be a trickling brook nearby, there is a wooden pole that dispenses water from a faucet nearby, and the bathrooms are not the most pleasant in the world. Ahh, camping at its finest (at least that is how it is in my world).
So, here we go. I was in Holland with my sisters and my aunt and uncle. My aunt and uncle decided to bring us camping. I was so excited!
When we got there, I 
could not believe my eyes. The campground was a well organized area with cut grass, paved roads, and wide open spaces. There were no forests to be seen! When I asked if this was typical of European campgrounds, my aunt and uncle responded yes. That was a shock to me, this wasn’t real camping. There weren’t even fire pits to cook s’mores in. Actually, my aunt and uncle did not even know what s’mores were, so we went out to the nearby major grocery store and tried to find the materials. This also proved to be a challenge, but we settled for some interesting substitutes.
I did end up having a lot of fun camping in Europe. However, I’m just letting you know that it isn’t the same as it is here in New England.
