Bashful in Baden-Baden

Trip Start Dec 22, 2009
Trip End Jun 22, 2010

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Christina's House

Flag of Germany  , Baden-Württemberg,
Thursday, February 4, 2010

International exchange can be a beautiful thing. When I was in high school, I was fortunate enough to share a neighboring chair in home room with a one Christina Lenhert (K then L …get it). Christina was a German studying abroad with hopes to have a true American experience… well, let's just say that King high school was a real American experience! Long story short we became friends, lost touch and then reunited because some mutual facebook friends spend the wee hours of the morning cyber stalking, I mean happen to come across girls that they may or may not have been infatuated with when we were in high school. So, thanks to the power of corporate profiling and the World Wide Web, we were back in touch again.

Since my emoticon status changed from frown faced "Stressed" to red cheeked "braggy", I had informed Christina sometime around November that we were headed across the pond and that we would be visiting her sometime after New Year's.

To our delight, we were cheerfully greeted by Christina who kindly came to scoop us from the central station. Almost ten years later, here we are in her domain getting to see the home she grew up in and exploring some of the must-see sights of her hometown.

Baden-Baden is situated in the outskirts of the "Black Forest" in an area that you would expect to be beautiful. After arriving into the city center, it definitely delivered on beauty! Upon arrival to Chrissy's place, there was no doubt in either of our minds; Chrissy's parents were as hip and stylish as she was. Their flat had a timeless contemporary style with great art, architecture and a flair that was straight out of an edition of modern home. Needless to say, Adam and I were really happy to be hanging with such a great girl sin such an amazing place.

Once we dropped off our 20 KG backpack, we were off on a tour of Baden Baden. Christina took us on a great tour revealing and amazingly swanky city with a Monte Carlo esque feel. Baden-Baden had it all, the glitzy casino, high fashion shopping and classy natural spring spas. After stuffing some amazing chocolates down our throat we set out to hit one of these natural spring spas (after all, Baden-Baden is German for Bath, Bath).

Right about now I am pumped! I am in a fancy town; hanging with my bad ass girlfriend and am getting ready to go to a super luxe spa with Sauna, mud treatments … you name it!!! Once we arrive, I realize that this place is going to more than deliver as I can see steam in the night air rising from the rear outdoor hot springs… yes you heard me, we would be bathing in hot springs outside at night in snow filled Germany. So this place looks like a gigantic fancy greenhouse. The exterior is glass and steel, but with flowing lines, regal statues and great lighting. Upon entering you are handed an armband with censor that keeps track of the many, many hours that you could spend in this multi-level paradise. After looking at each other, we opted for a short two hours to unwind.

Once we enter, everything is going as planned. Bathing suits check, co-ed changing room interesting but check, naked older lady in the hall; normal in women's locker, but co-ed? Never mind, check. After we get prepared and Adam searches for the censor that he already lost, we make our way down to the hot springs. If you have never been to one of these things, you have to! There are multiple pools of different temperatures and you take turns scaring your body from hot to cold and vice-versa. The inner poor area is amazing with mini waterfalls coming from white marble statues and places where you can swim directly through an underwater gate to the outdoor pools; so far this place rocks!

After spending a couple hours downstairs in the hot pools area, we decided to ascend to the sauna and steam room area. The upstairs portion had all of the spa treatments and I was ready to take this thing to the next level. Unfortunately, I didn't know that the next level meant co-ed totally nude. Ahem, what did you just say… co-ed totally nude? Christina, what do you mean totally nude, nude under towel? Christina kindly replied:  "no towel totally nude." It was at this point that Adam whispered to me, "wow I don't normally show my balls on the first date, are you really ready for me to strut my stuff for Christina only an hour after I met her?" I immediately turned a shade of fuchsia at the thought of walking around naked amongst tons of strangers.  "Well, we can just wrap towels around ourselves and head up, you wanna go?" Christina replied.  As reluctant as ever, I wrapped myself in my towel and ascended the stair case.

Then all of a sudden it happened, I entered a room and there were naked people everywhere. Now you might be wondering, it’s a Tuesday and its late there shouldn't be too many people in the buff; err! Wrong! There were hundreds of people strutting their stuff. Fat ones, short ones, big ones, little ones; I was in the middle of a full frontal hurricane. What made it worse was that these people weren't even the slightest bit discreet, there were people picking up all kinds of stuff from the floor no more than 3 feet from me! I mean what the hell can all of these people be dropping, they're freaking naked. Anyway, I look over at Adam and he's looking a bit stressed, so I ask him "what's up?" He replies: "The only thing worst that showing your girlfriend my penis 1 hour I have met her is being the only guy in the whole second floor nudist area with a towel on. All of these guys are looking at me as if I am ashamed of my equipment!" So I encouraged him to stick it out like a man, I mean not figuratively, but metaphorically and just wait out the remainder of the 2 hours in the towel. He ambivalently agreed and I returned to the sausage fest before me.

Getting back to the story, we hung out and had some great laughs before heading back to the locker where Adam amazingly found the sensor, and then somehow managed to lose it again. I was beginning to think that Christina had him pegged for a complete moron. Well at least he is a funny moron. After the spa it was off to dinner at one of the best restaurants on the trip to date then to some red wine and chocolate in front of a fire place; not too bad.

With a tight schedule in front of us, we packed it in for the night and then headed to France the next morning to get our escargot on, but not before the legendary Black Forest Cake at Café Konig.

Going to miss ya Christina!
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