Next to my hotel and spa area was huge. Two thousand square meters of sulfur-being. Saunas hot, warm, wet, dry, spray, or hot spiced. Saunas for every taste. And amongst the other sauna, swimming pools of warm water like pearls thrown in the mountains. You turned to play dead belly up and all around you 360 degrees just saw massive rocky mountain placid as cows ruminants. Only one was worth the stay. But fate was kind to me, and together with the 2000 square meters of steam and gave me exuding voluptuousness of the other.
The spa area was rigorous nudist philosophy, something that an Italian has left me speechless. Because in our house there is a tendency to be conditioned by the limits of aesthetics. You undress if you can afford it. If you are young enough, beautiful enough, thin enough, attractive enough in terms of sexual aesthetics strictly limited to rotogravure, one in which sensuality is a matter of greater or lesser adherence to the parameter, of course. Otherwise, the principle that the more you cover yourself, the better. Instead
in the Nordic countries do not give a bat to anyone, and honestly, for once, can not even rely on the snares of devotion that Catholics are as in the Tyrol, and most of us. It 'just a matter of inner freedom from the constraints imposed by moral cosmetics.
I knew I loved that place on the last day, when I saw gait on the scale of the central basin of a woman almost 70 years that seemed like the perfect reproduction of the Venus of Willendorf. A hydro macroespansa deity that was as wide as high and have no other truth that was not the serene awareness to coincide with her naked body. E 'fell in the pool es'รจ let go at the pace of the water with arms placid and slow, and when she arrived in the middle of the tank, hath been turned upside down and spread his arms. It was a hypnotic vision. A giant float with huge tits that emerged on the water line as primordial creatures. I, poor awareness of the troglodyte, I knew that with the smaller-scale charm that I fell, I observed how long the creature than it was. I searched his body and pitched just the rhythm of the ripples, and I immediately so that the primitive charm of a goddess of earth and hell, which I would not be surprised if his brazen and naked vulva had started dating mythological creatures: aquatic snakes, hydro bones, gorgons and jellyfish, sirens, bird feather, phoenixes and uroboros, and if on that very point of her womb, the void at the origin of the world, had taken to multiply and replenish the earth. After a while 'is out of the water. He took the robe, if the past is on the face, and then walked dripping has run toward its sun. And when one was opening his legs stretched out as if for a split horizontally and I knew that I would remember forever. I wanted to rush to her, kneel down and beg: Please let 'me the high priestess of your worship.
Then, oh well, eventually I did. But I went to so much.
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