My first time : the Finnish sauna
When I was at school we had a foreign exchange cultural holiday, writes guest columnist Deborah, when a class from Finland came to our school for a week and, later, we returned to stay with them for a week. We’d put up a student at home when they were here in England, and we’d stay with their families when we got back to [I’ve opted to omit the name of the place : Ella] their home town.
I’d made friends with Katja, we’re still friends even now, and have each attended the other’s wedding.
Our class were all 17 turning 18 at the time and we were farmed out to the various families after the first day sitting in classes with our chosen partner.
We arrived on a Monday, and the week progressed as normal until Friday night when Katja’s Mum announced it was sauna night in the household. I looked through the window to see Katja’s Dad and brother firing up the sauna at the bottom of their garden, and the water of the lake at the bottom of the garden shimmering beyond.
‘Oh’, I blurted out. ‘We weren’t advised to bring swimming costumes with us’.
Katja and her Mum exchanged glances. ‘There is no need. We go naked in the sauna’
Everyone? Even in the course of the five days so far I’d fallen a little bit in love with Katja’s gorgeous looking, tall, lean brother. And he was going to go naked in the sauna???? Continued…Read full original article…
Source: the sl naturist17th November 2017