Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Going on vacation with five teenage girls means that in addition to the usual confusion of our lives, you can add a girl falling down the hill to our rental house on the way home, a girl fainting after getting out of the thermal pool, girls who don't eat cheese, garlic, fried food, most green vegetables, whole wheat, olives, etc., and lots of hair on the white floor of the rental house.

All in all, everyone is alive and there was at least one all-girl-stay-up-to-five-AM-chat-a-thon which I consider a great success. Also I did not get sick on the ferry to get here and no one has gotten any sunburn that has required intensive care. What else can you ask for?

 Here is F, looking like an ad for weed:

F and I have gone to the Poseidon thermal park and beach almost every day because it is an easy, slice of heaven, right next to the house and worth every cent. There are dozens of salt water pools to choose from with an array of temperatures; and, if you don't faint, it is lovely. By the way, the girl who fainted fell into the arms of her buddies and a very sweet woman on the cleaning crew and was brought immediately to a park doctor who monitored her blood pressure. Luckily, I was not there and she was just fine minutes later. The park is full of Russian and German tourists and has a nice international ambience to it. The people who work there are cheerful and helpful. It seems they are happy for the work exists for them for less than half the year, as the place is really only at full force for the high season in the summer.

While, we have been gone Courtney took Peace and Tina to her beach club for the first time and they had a blast!

The airbnb house itself is a very grandma affair with uncomfortable beds that the girls have to cram themselves into. On the good side, the 100 meter terrace with a view of the sunsets on the water is amazing. The lady next door is a grandma who runs a daycare for her many hyperactive grandchildren:  they are awful, loud, and awfully loud. There is not much night life here for the girls. Maybe it was not an ideal choice for them, but if you don't go to the same beach in Elba or Sardegna that everyone we know goes to, it is not easy to figure out an ideal teenage beach vacation in Italy where a soda doesn't cost 16 euros. So there's that.

In the end, it was a long trip home. The girls bonded. We are all tan for the first time in history. F says he feels like Italy is home, despite all of the cultural differences and language confusion; and I feel like we finally put both feet in the water and found we were not over our heads for the first time in a long time.

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