the hotel where we stayed last night in munich(wait, is my grammar screwy? ‘wherein’?)has a brand new spa and it was/is fantastic.
it had/has a pool that is sub-terranean and dark and spooky, and swimming in it felt like swimming in a clean sewer system.
that might sound bad, but no, it wasn’t. it was great.
i haven’t had so much fun swimming around and pretending to be a sewer rat in years.
when i was growing up i was obsessed with swimming. i would go and visit my grandmother in new jersey and be in her community center pool from the minute it opened until the minute is closed.
i was obsessed.
hours and hours and hours just swimming and diving.
and today in the underground, new-spa, clean-sewer-like, pool reminded me of how i used to be able to entertain myself for days just by playing in the water.
maybe that’s why i’m bald, all of the early childhood exposure to chlorine.
not to mention the nasty water in long island sound.
although i did try to avoid swimming in long island sound, as did any other sane person growing up in connecticut.
long island sound is nice to look at and it’s nice to sail on/in, but it sucks for swimming. sorry. but it’s true.
uh oh, now i fear that i’ve just alienated a whole bunch of people who live near the southern cost of connecticut.
ok, i take it back, swimming in dirty, sea-weed filled water that smells weird is great and it made my childhood in connecticut even nicer than it already was.
oh the halcyon days of summer, swimming in wave-free long island sound in between the red-tides and the seaweed, avoiding the horseshoe crabs and the jellyfish.
on the rare occasions when my rich friends would take me sailing i had a very different opinion of long island sound.
like i said, it’s great for sailing, but it’s terrible for swimming.
and if you really want to experience disgusting water first hand take a trip to holly pond in connecticut.
that’s where i learned to water-ski(my friends john morgan and alison parvin had boats on holly pond), and it’s a great place to learn to water-ski cos you’re in constant fear of falling in and getting attacked by eels.
-moby