Flashbacks!

Some of you already know that Kayla and I no longer live in the flat above the dentist office. This year, we live in a dentist office! Luckily, the only reminders of its dental past are the lobby-like entry and the florescent overhead lights in my room. Oh ya, and the ThermalDent sign outside our front door. Anyways, it's much nicer than the attic we shared last year and it comes with many perks. We are situated smack dab between a pizza shop and a cheeseburger stand (which we're convinced is a front for the mob) giving us options for late night snacking. Also, we're located away from the busy center, but still within walking distance of the grocery store and the language school. But there's one catch...we share a parking lot with the thermal bath. Oh sure, there's a lot of traffic, but that's not my complaint. I'm more concerned with the swimming pool steps from our backdoor! Rewind to last fall to when I sent an email about my traumatizing trip to the thermal bath.

I'm convinced that the average age here is 87. I was ok with this until we went to the thermal bath. Cue the scary music...We were the youngest ones there, but probably the most modestly dressed. We wore normal suits, tankinis and one pieces. Don't worry, the other bathers preferred bikinis and speedos. The image of scantily clad seniors is permanently burned in my mind. It completely redefined the term, "banana hammock!" Speedos should be outlawed.

In the end, the overhyped therapeutic baths turned out to be nothing more than a series of lukewarm hot tubs, filled with German pensioners and Komarom's finest. It's only February, but already terrycloth wrapped hotel guests are passing by as they make their way to our town's prized baths. Now, it's only a matter of months before the weather warms up and those robes come off! This is a plea to the bathing Hungro's who will soon fill the pools behind my flat:

I know that 50 is the new 40 and I'm all for, if you've got it flaunt it, but be honest. Stop and ask yourself, have you really got IT? If you hesitated, then please put away your banana hammocks and saggy, see-through bikinis. Please.

Palin 2012? ; )

Ya betchya I won first prize in the costume contest!