My eyes wander about meaty sprouting hills. I claw me Juliettes forearm and fiepse her: “I see naked people”. All of the eve and Adams to us let it dawn on me: the door policy here in the Vabali Spa is not only a friendly recommendation of the House, but tough law. “Discomfort just not say leave, the smell that”, I think, so I choose a possible sovereign pose in my micro towel right on the lawn. This 38 degrees hot Sunday Juliette and I would outwit all clever my dear friend and saying here be greatest here in the new spa of Europe close to the Berlin Central station, instead of like everyone else at the Lake.
Many friends of nudism the Spa idea obviously had nonetheless also. Accordingly the Sun Search difficult. A water hole like that, it had around the pool already Brown gebrutzelte Gazelle body and Buddha statues with Aperol spritz pitchers pretty set to the “stay forever”. The lawn also chock full, in my moved nude stasis, where I obviously was, resembled a gauntlet. Any peeps from all nipple me at this moment. “Stop it!”
Except textiles also mobile phones are banned here if at all possible – I very much welcome that the very first time in their lives. Unthinkable, would here someone suddenly start next to me one to snapchatten, instagramen or otherwise somehow social media to become active. And ever: Hi, here we are in Berlin – the village of Berlin. Not just unreasonable that here my postman, my former maths teacher, my boss or my ex and his new set up. Probably all together – “Eureka” – and then we were there – it welcomes is set and is it really, really hard to watch himself in the eye.
I note also, some naturists can go pretty well’s on their nakedness. In my opinion a bit too well perhaps? I see how Starfish are spreading limbs in the Sun and glimmering hairy stories on Terry cloth towels. See swaying cheerfully silicone mountains and people who ping pong chasing balls in the Adams costume. My hand towel is the saving invisibility cloak. After a round through the sauna landscape, there is no way passes more tuned: Juliette melts namely beside me to a puddle of sad – so, eyes and through. In halting steps, we grope us to the cooling promising Nackidei pool. Also here there is the strict and simple rule: who wears textile, flies.
People but now let’s face it: topless, O KAY fine, since I go with, because joy comes up and has what of liberation. But Untenrum also splitter fasernackt? Attention, here comes my inner woman Dr. uptight and says: no, no – not for me! And also please not the cantilever around me – it must be? Or am I just crazy behind the Moon? I mean, I visit the mountain Grove, which regularly each other people in front of all eyes give a lot of love and then I stand but no innocent naked Sunday in the countryside? It is said to but enjoy naturism children of the former GDR. What going wrong with me? These people here seem to be all but completely blessed with their more or less dangling primary and secondary sexual characteristics.
During Juliette Squeak has fun like a little naked cat already pulls their tenth track by the pool of the noodle soup, I am still tense crossed arm and water up to his chin in the extreme corner of the basin in the shade. Since I verharre also stubborn ashamed to get the pictures of the Nackidei from the head, which had to stoop really low just before my eyes to his fallen towel.
Conclusion: that the eyes quite captivating otherwise with security Vabali Spa remained me apparently completely closed, annoys me like mad, but also shows: I can me my feelings of shame nor textiles completely in public get rid of but maybe next time? Nudity may just need a certain mood and deserves at least always a second chance.
Butt picture by: Juliette Mainx & Fanny Böhme alias eyecandy.