A day like today, twenty years ago, I was at Camp Winaukee. Camp Winaukee is a very special place to me and many others. It’s a beautiful place where I made amazing friends.
One of my readers, a Dominican-American from the U.S.A. wrote me up asking for me to write more about my past experiences. I had been feeling for a while I should write about Lake Winnipesaukee, just had the desire to do so. This young american’s petition made me think time was right to recount how much this place, Camp Winaukee on Lake Winnipesaukee, means to me.
I remember I always wanted to go to a summer camp, just like older friends and family had done so. I was sent to Camp Winaukee. I learned a lot about American culture. I recall coming home and having my iPod full of American songs that were hits in the U.S.A.’s east coast but not in Santo Domingo de Gúzman. Dominicans around me have always claimed I turned up more “american” than normal, and I think spending so much time acculturating with Americans north of Rio Grande certainly rubbed off!
That’s where I saw, after some culture shock, extroversion in sports as a ritual meant to bond and give meaning. I learned about what it means to be a good man, having had many good mentors among counsellors who were exemplary role models. I made many good friends among peers around my age. I appreciate some people taking the time to teach me sports technique. I’m still not completely over Football practice, I wish I would’ve engaged more! Character development and getting to know who I am away from home are most precious jewels I treasure and am most grateful for!
I have a few funny stories. I remember when I was kayaking with a buddy. Out of the blue, something just pops out of the water! He asked me if I saw it! We were a little freaked out! It turned out it was just a beaver that had decided to take a plunge around us when we were out paddling!
Another moment that really marked me and made me realize in this world I just need to have a more cosmopolitan view of things was when I told a friend from New York, whom I had met there, that the world’s best coffee is from the Dominican Republic! He very politely questioned me about which other coffees I had tried, telling me coffee from China was really good, and encouraging me to try it!
Lastly, I remember an amazing buddy! He was already a great martial artist! We liked to walk in the woods, and he loved impressing me with what his sensei had taught him!
Makes me go back to that Lakefront I spent countless hours contemplating. If, like Henry David Thoureau said, “A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature”, I wasn’t wasting time. I spent a few summers, with the sun at the peak of the Summer Solstice, measuring the depth of my own nature! I ought to visit Lake Winnipesaukee at some point once again, and measure my depth again!
Maybe my depth is a few milimeters longer than trying to stay away from the foam in the shore (all the guys used to joke ducks have to go to the bathroom too!) and plunging in middle-of-nowhere, after a boat ride, with the counsellors reassuring me that this wasn’t Florida, that there were no gators in New Hampshire nor Maine!



