Terme Banovci – In Vienna, Austria it was raining all the time (not ideal for nudism activities). The lucky break Gosia and I had on Kahlenburg was one of the few exceptions. Back at Lobau a fellow naturist took pity on us. She gave me a tarp which I instantly took to wrapping around the tent. In addition, it kept out the air. Our last morning in Vienna was spent lying on our bellies perched before the entrance.
It was in this type of position that Gosia admitted to me the actual reason behind her divorce and the extent to which she had been manipulated by the patriarchy. Her tears mixed with mine. We wondered what the folks passing by must have thought. We joked they credited our misery to the lack of fresh fish Gosia had discovered at the cafeteria. Or I’m currently on a gap year after school, and my parents let me go on a trip by myself to France.
of any access to the internet.
We resolved to find the sun. As an alternative to heading to another inevitably rainy spot in Austria, we decided to entirely change our plans and head south into a nudist attraction called Terme Banovci in Slovenia.
I learned something about myself that summer grew significant. Gosia kept pushing me to discuss my definition of betrayal. It troubled her when I attempted to make our dialog about romantic partnerships more philosophical and less about me. I was uncertain what was driving her. She stubbornly declined to detail any of her own experiences. It appeared her earlier confession was enough.
Windmills filled the landscape. I felt trapped in a war of the worlds. Giant machines loomed rotating ominously all around me. I was glad when we crossed the border. The weather was warm. I ‘d to change into shorts.
The weather stayed lovely as Gosia and I pitched our tent at Terme Banovci, the only naturist facility in the world with thermal water. As we got wet, the atmosphere remained dry. Evening also was wonderful. When we went to bed we anticipated a wonderful morning. At some stage in the night tell tale drops started plopping onto our roof. By daybreak it was clear again. The weather lasted long enough to shoot a couple of graphics. A steady drizzle moved in. By the time we went back to the tent for breakfast we understood it was time to pack up.
Fair Weather or bust!
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