In a couple of weeks our school has a field trip to Mt. Olympus. Not a random mountain named Mt. Olympus; I'm talking about the real deal. It is this huge mountain that spits fire. The Greeks thought that it was the home of the gods because fire randomly spews out of the ground. In reality there are just holes in the ground which release gases that combust instantaneously with the air and they cannot be extinguished.
Anyways, our teacher who is running the trip was wondering what we would like to do in the evenings when we are not climbing the mountain. Instantly I thought of the traditional American camping activity: roasting s'mores. At first nobody knew what I was talking about; apparently only people from the U.S. roast smores. After explaining the process of roasting smores to my teacher, she agreed that if we brought the marshmellows, grahm crackers, chocolate, etc., Sam and I could teach everyone how to roast smores. But... wait for it. We are going to roast our marshmellows over the everlasting fires on the mountain. That will surely be a story to tell. How many people can say they roasted marshmellows on Mt. Olympus?!
So, now the only challenge is finding marshmellows in Turkey. Till next time, Jasmine.
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