I throw my hands up in annoyance. "No. Why does everyone ask that? Here's what's happened: Crandall persuaded him to ask me out, and now...... I don't even think he knows I'm in camp I've been dodging him that much." I say.
Fernweh can grab hold of us anytime, anywhere. During a particularly bad case of fernweh the most obscure reference to foreign climes or smallest reminder of a far-flung land where happy memories were made can be unbearable. As yet, there’s only one cure; where did you put your passport?