A SUMMER WITHOUT CELLPHONES

When we were children, my sister Zanri and I watched The Parent Trap over and over again. We promised each other that one day we would go to an American summer camp, just like the one in the movie.

Years later, I was on a hike near Clarens with two of my US colleagues. (I work at the American International School of Johannesburg.) At a viewpoint, one of them said: “This view reminds me of the hills around the summer camp I worked at for 18 years.”

My friend was talking about Camp Betsey Cox in Vermont, and one casual remark set the wheels in motion…