May 26, 2008
During the flurry of emails that went back and forth before we took this trip to Country Shaped Like Footwear, I reminded my four traveling companions that one of them would need to pose naked for my blog. Each member of my family tried to shove this important responsibility onto someone else. Red-haired Sister said she thought the couple celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary (that is, my parents) should offer to pose in honour of the occasion. Urban Sophisticate Sister said she didn't want to pose naked but she volunteered Red-haired Sister. My father said something like, "You've got to be kidding." My mother said nothing at all. The level of enthusiasm, the consideration for my readers, the respect for the tradition of naked blogging — well, it was remarkably low.
So yesterday morning, when Urban Sophisticate Sister got out of the shower and stepped out onto the balcony of the hotel in Italian Seaside Town to see how warm the weather was before she figured out what clothes to put on, I decided to take advantage of the moment. I grabbed my camera. "Hey, Urban Sophisticate, " I said. "Just take off your towel for a minute." She looked at me, looked down at the street where enthusiastic soccer fans had come marching through the night before, and said, "I'm leaving on the towel." She added, as she looked off at the gathering storm clouds, "And you better take it fast."
Posted by jo(e)