I woke up, the sun burning on the thin sheat of our tent, my brother was already out of course, swimming, at a small beach situated down the hill by the lake beneath the camping. I slowly initialize my body and start moving towards the exit of our tents cabin, I zip up the door, and look outside.
Father and sister are already at the camping table, I close the zip again, and get my normal day clothing (instead of pyjama) on, and when I'm leaving the cabin, I get a cold shiver because I stepped in my, still cold from the night, flip-flops (made of leather, quite comfortable to wear all day on holiday), and I seat my self next to father and opposite of sister.
I ask: "Did mom order any new bread yesterday?", long silence, and father hands me over some new bread, ordered the day before from the camping bakery service, and I start to slice off a piece. After having eaten 2 more pieces I remember we bought breakfast cereals, and I get a bowl, fill it with cereals, and pour some milk over it.
While I'm spooning my last breakfast subject away, brother and mother arrive, wet hair and looking all fresh, and I pity them for taking such a cold bath every morning...
